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

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.

Painful

Painful

French motorways on a Saturday in August. Why, oh why did we plan to change locations on a Saturday?

Cirque

Cirque

School geography had a lot of stuff about glaciation. The Pyrenees are ideal for a refresher field trip.