For John Yardley, Angela Green, Surita et Je Mercurin
Gérard und Monika Espenner, the Vlaars
Mira e Franck Baldaccini, Constantinos Alevras και Sofia Loukeri Continue Reading

For John Yardley, Angela Green, Surita et Je Mercurin
Gérard und Monika Espenner, the Vlaars
Mira e Franck Baldaccini, Constantinos Alevras και Sofia Loukeri Continue Reading
The second in an infrequent series of interviews. The previous one is here. Wine. Vin. Wein. Vinho. It’s been around a while – a long time ago some Armenians figured out how to make wine, harvesting grapes at just the right time, smashing them together, followed by cycles of straining and storing. It’s a part of culture and… Continue Reading
The first in what may be a series of interviews. What does a town or neighborhood need to make it livable? There’s no shortage of thinking and writing about this issue, but in my experience it starts with some sort of pleasing centrally located square (place, Platz, piazza), a pedestrian only area; some landscaping, shrubbery, or topiary… Continue Reading
February and March have come and gone with little to show: most, nearly all, writings and rewritings are in the digital or physical garbage can. It’s my own perverse variation on the expression heard long ago on a software team about writing one (writing code, that is) to throw away: the first time coding a project might result in… Continue Reading
The last day of the year and the last day of the month are also the last day of La Garde’s Hivernale. Hiver is French for winter, and I assume the ‘nale’ is appended in the same manner as another, better know celebration – Carnival, without the trailing ‘e’. The Hivernale is the winter festival here, and for the… Continue Reading
We live in the vieille ville of La Garde, the old village. The village is built on a rocky hill, which rises from the surrounding plain. At the top of the hill, also called the roche, or rock, are a church and the ruins of an old castle – a single stone tower, which looks like… Continue Reading