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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 ...

In my post of October 2010 entitled History of wine at Choranche [ display ] , I explained that I was working on an updated version of my a...

When I arrived in Choranche and settled down at Gamone, many of the local folk were surprised to find an Australian in their midst. They see...

This corner of my house was the place where the farmer kept pigs. The big door on the right provides access to a kind of prison cell, about ...

For several reasons (both communicational and technical), I've decided to attach blogs to four of my existing websites. These new blogs ...

I've often been amused by the fact that few folk around Pont-en-Royans , not even so-called old-timers , have a realistic grasp of the s...

Once again, I took the train to spend the day in Grenoble at the Archives départementales de l'Isère : a friendly and efficient patrimon...

I've always been amused by the following innocuous joke: A tourist is driving in the Australian outback, looking for a friend of a frien...