A Quick Bite…

In Paris for a few weeks and travel and corralling kids has left little time for writing an entry, but here’s a picture of an awesome salad… I’m not sure how we originally found Le Relais Gascon.  Probably just a stumble upon moment years and years and children ago.  We were staying in a tiny … Continue reading A Quick Bite…

Bread Alone…

“I like reality. It tastes like bread.” Jean Anouilh …and then there are the rainy days, the snail days, the days of duck and cover.  Weaving ‘round the puddles like a so-late-it’s-early drunk.  And in a cobbled town, a labyrinth of streets, with a chill that filters up through roman stones and bones, a morning … Continue reading Bread Alone…

Another Place…

Several July 4ths ago, when travel was possible… Pine burns hot, fast and faster – tumbling headlong, embracing immolation in a hissing, spitting rush. It makes good kindling for harder species like oak and ash, a satisfying crackle of resinous sputters like tiny solar flares igniting the denser, longer-burning woods. I’ve spent the past several … Continue reading Another Place…

On hope…

…because once we saw a fox, spiriting the furrows at honey-dusk as we biked the railway embankment along the canal du bouc running from Arles to the sea, I always keep an eye out for him if ever we return.  The embankment itself (re-purposed now as a cycle path) doubles for a stretch as the … Continue reading On hope…