Category Archives: Provence

Lemons or lemonade? Misadventure and jubilation in Arles

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The first few times we were in the Luberon it was in July, since that was the only vacation time available to us. Hot afternoons and cool nights were the norm, but when we retired in 2017 and our schedule became more flexible, we were hoping for slightly cooler weather and fewer tourists. We carefully planned our four month sojourn… Read more »

Leaving our beloved Luberon–heading north part 1

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Sometimes when the end of a trip is in sight, no matter how much you have enjoyed it, you are ready to go home. And so it was for us. We still had three days of travel ahead as our last day in Saint Saturnin lès Apt drew near. I had carefully planned those days for not too many hours… Read more »

A la recherche du temps perdu

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Like so many others, our plans for travel in 2020 were thrown into disarray. It hardly seems right to complain, since so many people have suffered real pain and loss, whereas our only pain is that of gentle sorrow. And yet, I find myself wistful. This year we were at long last to lead our son, his wife and their… Read more »

The big, big European Road Trip of 2017

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I have struggled with writing about such a big experience in the normal blog format. Too many photos, too many places! But I came across this travel journaling app called Polar Steps and I think it does what I need. I was not happy with the way it posts directly to Facebook but I’m pretty pleased with the embed link… Read more »

Mariage à Marseille

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Can’t believe I never posted our adventures in Marseille–currently our favorite French city! Adrienne has been our friend since before she was born, but when we were first invited to her wedding in Marseille, we decided we really couldn’t afford a long weekend in Marseille. Then one summer evening, a glass of rosé in hand, Ray said “We should go to… Read more »