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Maybe I’m exaggerating when I refer to these huge pieces of freshly-shot wild boar as medieval meat. You’ll have to excuse me. My h...

I devote time and energy to family history for two basic reasons. On the one hand, we have a moral responsibility to celebrate the lives of ...

At yesterday's annual spring "plowmen's festival" at St-Jean-en-Royans, the atmosphere was so gloomy (in spite of the sunn...

In an article entitled Awards , which I wrote nearly four years ago, I made fun of a dangerous-looking concrete staircase in the village of ...

The day before yesterday (Wednesday), I ran into a South African couple, Andrew and Brenda , at the petrol station attached to the local su...

Contrary to what you might imagine, after glancing through my recent blog posts, I've been totally preoccupied, over the last fortnight ...

This is a photo of Natacha and me standing on a legendary bridge over the Cholet in the nearby village of St-Laurent-en-Royans: This massiv...

This convent was founded at Beauvoir-en-Royans in 1343, in the grounds of the magnificent castle of the Dauphin Humbert II [1312-1355], jus...

In my recent post entitled France can be disfigured [ display ] , I evoked the subject of decorated traffic roundabouts. This gangrene has ...

Today, in St-Laurent-en-Royans, I met up with an 80-year-old former politician, Gérard Sibeud , to talk about local history. He was the Gaul...

After years of refusal, the people in charge of the archives of the Sassenage family finally gave me an authorization, a week or so ago, to...

From one year to the next, the annual plowmen's feast at St-Jean-en-Royans seems to be getting duller and duller. In any case, there is ...

We often tend to imagine that a technology such as the Internet simply arrives magically in our homes like water in the kitchen sink, or ele...

I love agricultural fairs and farm animals. Is it my particular rural childhood in South Grafton that is resurfacing? Or is this some kind ...