Considering our not inconsiderable internet accessibility challenges, I better post posthaste, whenever given an opportunity. So, before the connectivity dims to a slow crawl again, I want to introduce to you one more small reminder of Saintes’ ancient past, namely the 1st century CE Termae of Mediolanum Santonum, as modern day Saintes was called two thousand years […]Read more "To Bath or not to Bath"
… on my last morning walk through the town of Saintes. Walking past the old Charité hospital for the poor, hurrying down Rue des Jacobins, hoping no revolutionaries will dash from the allies, demanding to see my tricolor … … approaching Cathédrale Saint-Pierre, where I turn left toward the river, crossing la Charente over a […]Read more "Follow my Footsteps …"
We had a busy stay-at-home day today, with a great walk first thing in the morning and preparations in anticipation of our move to Périgueux this weekend. The next few days may bring rain, so we wanted to get the laundry done. Trying to find hanging space for three loads in our courtyard area was a challenge, […]Read more "Île d’Oléron"
Yesterday we enjoyed a typical Frenchy Sunday in the town of Cognac, except, we skipped attending mass at one of the many beautiful churches. Being Jewish, we usually take a pass on that particular Sunday activity. Instead we perambulated at a leisurely pace through the pedestrian zone, window shopping a little here and there. As a small reference of […]Read more ""Grün Satt" or Green to the Max"
The last couple of days flew by in a flurry of activities, leaving no peace to write. However, I simply have to post a couple of quick pictures of a delightful evening with friends in the city of Cognac. Cognac, as you undoubtedly already know, is the birthplace of King Francois I. He became king by virtue of […]Read more "Of Oysters and Salamanders"
My posts are getting shorter and shorter – fighting the sniffles AND having a burst tyre, as our British friend called it, made for a tiring day. The morning started of very nicely with an excellent run (my euphemism for walking rapidly, occasionally jogging, but not actually running, with my Nike app clocking pace and miles) through […]Read more "Cognac without Air"
This will be a shorty post – it’s quite difficult to type with crossed fingers. After not having had a single cold for years, I might come down with my second infection in a month. But I did get a great walk in this morning, which included a spin through the beautifully Spring-green Parc des […]Read more "Crossing Fingers"