Breakfasts, massages and reinvigorating Swiss thermal waters
Last January, one of the first things my son-in-law wanted to know was if I’d found a “boy toy” after…
In a balloon over Burgundy
I said I’d never go up in a hot air balloon again. But that was a terrified me forty-five years…
Culling cookbooks
How do you choose ten cookbooks out of more than a hundred collected over sixty years? With difficulty. After my…
Cycling and sleeping in wine country
Tom Kevill-Davies and I are sitting on the deck of the Hungry Cyclist Lodge chatting about food and adventures. This…
My father’s trunk reminds me of one of my earliest Memorial Days
Perhaps we all have our first memories of celebrating Memorial Day. Mine comes from 1945 when my father returned from…
A terrible tale of a French village
The new prime minister of France, Gabriel Attal, has promised to “take care” of Oradour-sur-Glane. The village, in west-central France,…
Wild boar: a nuisance and a delicacy
“Comment trouvez-vous le sanglier?” Guillaume parent/hunter/head rôtisseur, asked me last spring, in the tiny village of Monthélie, next to Meursault,…
