Our time in Paris has come to an end. We have mixed emotions about leaving. We have lived in Paris for three months, really lived...

I have enjoyed blogging at least as much as I have enjoyed Paris. Writing brings me joy. It is occurring to me, slowly but surely, that...

Flowers. Croissants. Smiles. Hugs. Crepes and Ice cream. A Mother's Day to remember. [Editors note: This blog is not late. ...

There is a dark side to Paris. It is everywhere, if one looks for it. Le Metro has impressive acoustics. It is easy to blog about the...

Our last visitors were our youngest, Sarah, and her best childhood friend, Nicky. Since they were little girls, the two had schemed of...

So far, grand-parenting has been everything we could have hoped for. Ford was born in August, and we have enjoyed every photo, visit,...

Perhaps my obsession with logistics is a consequence of years serving the construction industry. Whether art or science I cannot say,...

One of the joys of travel is re-living the memory of a place when it unexpectedly appears in a movie, TV commercial or magazine...

We saved a visit to St. Stephan Cathedral for our last day in Vienna. Why, I have no idea. We had walked past it at least a half dozen...

I have always loved the expression: One man's trash is another man's treasure. I love finding treasures among tossed-away items. I...

I do not consider myself an "artsy" person in the same sense that I don't consider myself a "music" person. This does not mean that I do...

The most popular tourist items were t-shirts, mugs, and shot glasses declaring, "No kangaroos in Austria". I thought this strange at...

We are back on the train, heading west into Austria. The first leg of our journey is by regional train, and there are many stops on the...

Easter weekend was filled with family and food, in true German style. We were invited to Easter service by Martin’s Uncle and Aunt. We...

Our visit over Easter weekend was timed to coincide with the holiday, and to provide a little moral support to Becca as she makes her...

We spent Easter weekend in Jena Germany with Becca and Martin. We arrived late Thursday night. Our adventure began bright and early on...

Sunday is race day in France. I am guessing this to be true, since we have stumbled onto little local foot races on almost every Sunday...

No trip to Provence, or anywhere for that matter, would be complete for us without a few days in some obscure and remote destination. ...

One is often asked on somber anniversaries, "Do you remember where you were when...?". President Kennedy was shot. The World Trade...

It was hard to leave Arles, and the little hotel with the big view of the river. We lingered over breakfast, chatting with a group of...