Antipodes

Over the last week or so, we've had a heat wave in France, and the region where I live has regularly been the hottest spot in France. Bu...

A couple of days ago, I made an intriguing discovery in the domain of my ancient family history. It's a little complicated to describe, ...

As I said in my recent blog post entitled Green walnuts, black hands [ display ], my first batch of green walnuts in sweet syrup has been p...

Maybe (surely) I've retained far too little, sadly, from my relationship with my Breton ex-wife Christine Mafart ... apart from two bril...

When I first noticed a tweet suggesting that our dear former prime minister Julia Gillard was knitting a stuffed kangaroo for the futur...

About a month ago, I caught sight of a small animal cantering down the road from my house, in the style of a rabbit. I only had a rear view ...

This sad photo of an abandoned mansion in an upper-class neighborhood of Detroit certainly gives the impression that the great automobile me...

I would say that he was . But so what? As outlined in a recent blog [ display ], even many Egyptians, these days, would appear to have t...

What's the point of coming all the way to Europe, to watch the Tour de France , if you can't attract attention? Click to enlarg...

The great Antoine de Saint-Exupéry , a distinguished aviator [ display ], wrote a marvelous tale in which the Little Prince asked a space-d...

The French intellectual Franz-Olivier Giesbert didn't mince his words in an editorial in the weekly magazine Le Point concerning the r...

I have never, at any moment, actually caught sight of Fitzroy stretched out on the Ikea lounge chairs in the living room at Gamone. In fact...

Ever since I've been interested in family history (that's to say, for over 30 years), I've wondered who was the shoddy scholar...

It's the green-walnut season at Gamone. The hard fruit, with their reptilian skin, are impregnated with a clear bitter liquid. If ...

As a young man in Sydney (in the years preceding my arrival in Paris in 1962), I often used to run into an English expatriate literary criti...