Stop and Smell the Bordeaux
Sometimes you need a little space. You know, to stop and smell the Sancerre and Bordeaux French roses. A place where you can have your deep, Jack Handy-esque thoughts. Like the ones below.
(AKA: Me craftily trying to get you to some of my favorite posts.)
In Search of a Concrete Bulldog: This Is My Paris
Counting Clouds and Staying Up Late: Musings on Freedom and Being Busy
Why I Love Provence: A Complicated Answer
Home, Fall, and My Paris Surfboard
Don’t Take a Shiv in the Pancreas: Say Hello to People in Foreign Countries