Returning to France

A series of 8 articles

Returning to France and Why it Matters

Bordeaux, July 21, 2018  My trip began sixty years ago, in a very different generation and place, when my mother found me a French tutor in Los Gatos, the northern California town where I grew up.    Read more

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Looking at France’s Cities: Bordeaux

Montpellier, July 22, 2018   From Arcachon, I took the train into Bordeaux. After the importance and elegance of Paris, and the evident, nearly uniform affluence of Arcachon and Pyla, I was initially taken aback.   Read more

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Looking at France’s Cities: Montpelier

Montpellier, July 25, 2018   After Bordeaux, I took intercity rail service to Montpellier.  The train line passes through Toulouse and continues to Marseilles, but I stopped in Montpellier to see one of the fastest growing metropolitan areas in France.  Read more

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Looking at France’s Cities: Marseille

Marseille, July 29, 2018     Despite its mixed reputation, I was hoping to like Marseille.  I took a hotel room in an attractive, not-too-expensive place recommended by a friend of young friends, in a residential area not too far.  Read more…

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Returning to France – the Vink sisters

It is impossible to convey my love for France without writing about the Vink sisters.  Both are now married, with husbands, children and grandchildren, but of course that was not how they were when I met them.  Read more

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A Side Trip to Amsterdam

I’ve taken a side trip to visit some younger friends in Amsterdam.  I know them from the year they spent in New York—Brune, the daughter of friends in Paris, and her boyfriend Frederic, working respectively in solar-panel marketing.  Read more

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Returning to Maris – the Marche d’Aligre

I was heading back to Paris, by high speed train from Amsterdam remembering my first visit many years ago.   Paris was not on my first trip to Europe.   Mom took us to Rome in about 1967.  Read more

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The War

I have taken a break from writing about France, partly from fatigue and partly from the fear that what I am sharing has become too personal.  But I am increasingly overwhelmed by the power of what I am seeing.  Read more

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