All things medieval draw many to France, and Sarlat is especially blessed. Or all things Renaissance, as the case may be. As soon as I pulled up in front of…

In this case it literally did come après nous. To New Jersey. All I could think of was drying out Janet’s pop top. If I fold it down wet, it…

These marshes are a designated wildlife refuge, and a refuge for a couple of authors manqués. The man from California who is running the resort this year walked down to…

Oh, look. A VW camper van. Yes, and I admit to feeling sheepish, in spite of myself. But I do love her, a bit, and she’s my only traveling companion,…