This past Saturday the day dawned too lovely to ignore its outdoor possibilities. One thing I had not yet done was to ride a bike along the river to the beach and back. A couple of weeks ago, I had taken a tram part way, then hopped on a bike to ride the rest of …
For those who have wondered what I do on a daily basis when I have three months to do something in… here is a little bit on that. First off, being in an apartment means doing the usual things to maintain one’s existence: shopping, cleaning, laundry, cooking, and the like. Of course, there’s also exercise, …
A longtime dream of mine has been to become fluent in French. I have felt an attachment to the language my whole life. When my brother Ron, in his schoolboy French, sang the Beatles’, “Michelle,” to me, I swooned. Could I ever make those beautiful sounds, my 12-year-old self wondered? I studied French all through …
Today’s post is more of a reverie on one of the details of life here, as well as something of a book report. I’ll be writing on L’Ecusson (as promised in the last post) in the future. Pictures of life in Montpellier will also appear at the end. People who have spent any time in …
Note: I will be posting entries about once a week, so, if you like, feel free to check back from time to time! After spending three days in Nice, I traveled by train to Montpellier. There is no direct train; you go to Marseille, and then transfer trains for the rest of the journey. …
Today was a day for exploring the inland area, so I wandered up into the neighborhood called Cimiez. There in the hills above Nice one finds beautiful mansions interspersed with large multistory apartments. Three significant museums are also located there: The Archeological Museum, Matisse Museum, and the Marc Chagall National Museum. This last I visited …
After the frigid Denver weather, it was such a pleasure, as well as a shock to the system, to at last arrive at my destination, where palm trees swayed, the sky was an impossible blue, and oranges not yet picked appeared plentiful enough to satisfy the most citrus-starved! Normally a proponent of public transport (and …
My journey began on January 7, when I flew from Denver to Newark. After a brief layover, I traveled on to Paris (Orly) and then Nice. On the domestic flight, of course, I had no idea who was vaccinated, which was worrying. On my next two flights, however, there was stringent checking. For Newark to …