Travel Diaries

Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.

Cesare Pavese

Tunnelling

Tunnelling

Google said we had 870km of driving in front of us to reach Calais, and then another 180km in England.

Vizille

Vizille

A grand aristocratic country house which has been converted into a museum celebrating the Revolution.

Bastille

Bastille

You can’t beat a fortress on top of a mountain. That’s why they built them there. Grenoble’s one is great.

Grenoble

Grenoble

A relatively short day of driving from the Ardeche up to Grenoble, a city I grew fond of when I was younger.

Avignon

Avignon

Sur le Pont d’Avignon, l’on y danse, l’on y danse. Sur le Pont d’Avignon, l’on y danse tous en rond.

Chillin

Chillin

Whatta lotta notta lot. Every holiday has a day like this. This holiday had more than one.

Canoeing

Canoeing

Paddling down the Ardeche river on a beautiful sunny day, accompanied by lots of French people.

Salavas

Salavas

A small town in the Ardeche across from Vallon Pont d’Arc, where we stayed for most of a week.