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Photo above, Le Puy-en-Velay. (c) Luc Olivier
It gives me a cheap thrill to think that you’ve read the title of this article and would now like to know which towns and cities in France limit their cooperation with the national government in enforcing immigration laws. Will I now describe a bistro where lawless lefties confront national thugs? Or a wine region ...
The 13-year-old was having a meltdown as she, her mother and I entered the Marais. For three days now, while I’d been leading them on a highlights and lifestyle tour of Paris, the girl had been looking for souvenirs for her friends back home, but nothing was right. Clothes were too expensive; her friends would never wear a beret; Le Chat wasn’t French but Belgian (maybe I sho...
When Gary Lee Kraut visited Saintes, an often-bypassed town by a bend in the Charente River, he saw vivid remnants of Rome, the 2000-year-old hand of a mason, and an arch dedicated to an unruly hereditary gang. He met gladiators, fled from a saint’s crypt, slept in the cell of a medieval nunnery, wandered through a weird museum, and swirled vintage Cognac, all the while t...
Taste, tour and experience Paris over three days while delving into its history, culture and bistro life.
When asked to create a Paris itinerary and touring plans for individual travelers, I respond with questions:
What are your interests, hobbies and ages? Have you been to Paris before? Where are you staying? Are you in decent walking shape or hav...
It was a warm July morning when we first turned the key in the weathered wooden doors of Château de Détilly. Birdsong clung to the trees. The air smelled of sun-warmed stone and dry grass. The wheat fields wavered in the heat like a mirage. What I remember most, though, was the silence—a silence so deep my own thoughts felt unfamiliar.
For most of my life in France, Pa...
