It’s no joke when I say I have tossed around writing a fantasy about the Mona Lisa for almost ten years. So, to finally have done it and be able to go back to France and look at the Woman On The Wall exactly as I depicted her (at times). . . whew. What a…
I got to Saumur, France around 5:30 last night. I would tell you the train ride was lovely, but I have no clue. Slept through the whole damn thing. My flat here is tucked away in a wee alcove, which I deliberately chose so that I would actually rest. Resting, ha, that is not a…
Ah, the plight of a Canadian in France. This past Tuesday marked 90 days until I leave. “Three months!” most people say. “You must chill!” “Only three months!” I tell them. “So much to do.” Bring on a wee bit of dramatic arc because, well . . . Our heroine continues to plan her solitary…
The Germans got it right with their word for wanderlust. Fernweh, or farsickness, is the perfect description for the longing I’ve held within myself for as long as I can remember. I get super swoony over the wonderment brought on by thoughts of heading off to other places. It’s where I go when I read,…