This morning Michael and I saw the Cours Mirabou for the last time. Our taxi drove under the plane trees, past the Cafe Grillon where we sat for coffee and people watching nearly every day, past the gelato shop that we probably frequented a bit too much. We left Aix-en-Provence  and headed to Barcelona where, in…

A few days ago (or maybe a week ago?) Michael and I had a lovely meal at an Italian restaurant in Aix. As is common here, our table was outside. But instead of a large square filled with people, we were on a tiny side street–so tiny that if a car passed by, it very…

“Will you be writing while you’re there?”  “Yes,” I said. “I’ll be blogging, and I’ll post them to Facebook.” Ah, the best laid plans.  Sometimes I wonder what it is that keeps us from doing the things that we say matter most to us?  I have plenty of unscheduled time. Huge “blocks” of it during…