A friend had told me how she enjoyed hiking and biking in Amboise, a little town in the Loire valley, so Kid 3 and I decided to go. I booked the hotel my friend recommended and bought train tickets for the next day. End of travel planning.
Now that warm weather is here in Paris, it’s time to get out and enjoy the sunshine!
We all know that Paris’ parks are lovely, but they can get a bit crowded during the summer months. To find a quieter place, with shady paths, greenery, and even a bit of art and history, try visiting a Paris cemetery.
Squeamish? These cemeteries are spacious and welcoming, with nary a skeleton in sight.
Montpellier’s Pavillon Populaire, located in the city’s Jardin du Champs de Mars, is currently hosting a two-part photography exhibit which deals with the use of photography as propaganda. It is a moving exhibit, and sheds light on some of key elements incorporated by the Nazis.
I’ve been thinking about relaxing lately. I’m no good at it. On vacation, I like to get up earlier than my family and drink coffee and march around town. I go in churches and bookstores and museums and cemeteries and drink more coffee and eat breakfast. I rack up tens of thousands of steps on my pedometer and buy books and little souvenirs for my kids, all before noon. By then, the family is usually up, so I drag them out of the hotel and show them all the things I’ve learned so far that day. We go out to lunch and dinner and see movies and shop. It’s great, but a loved one recently pointed out to me that I never relax on vacation, and relaxing on vacation is a thing people do. Why? I said. There’s so much to DO.
You’ve seen The Music Man, right? Remember when Buddy Hackett tried to get Robert Preston to date the Sunday school teacher? Robert Preston says no, thanks, because he doesn’t want a blushing breathless baby doll, he wants a more adult romance. That’s Corfu--sadder but wiser.
You know that aunt, the one who didn’t quite conform to the family ideals? When all her siblings went to college, got jobs, got married, and had kids, she traveled and worked vague jobs in the service industry or took photos for a magazine or taught ESL and had boyfriends named Pascal and Xenos. She went skiing in Chile. She could hold her liquor and eat anything and sleep on the fold-out couch without complaining. Sometimes she borrowed money from your parents, and they always gave it to her in an effort to help her “get her life together.” Let’s call her Zelda.