An afternoon in Vienna and a day in the cornfield.

As I sit down to write, I notice a cricket is on the side of my desk, its antennas poking up and alerting me to its existence. It thinks it is camoflaged, as it has sought out the darkest surface in this otherwise light colored room. I may have brought it in with me fromContinue reading “An afternoon in Vienna and a day in the cornfield.”

Angles sur L’Anglin

June 27 An hour’s drive south of Genille, depending on the speed the driver wishes to use to navigate the soft, undulating backroads, lies Angles sur L’Anglin, one of the few remaining functioning villages which has its roots in the rock that housed prehistoric people in caves, and whose replicated drawings on the caves, now closedContinue reading “Angles sur L’Anglin”