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When we first moved to Santa Barbara County, we lived for a year or so in a little apartment on a horse ranch on the outskirts of Solvang, and we used to enjoy wandering from there through miles of fields … Continue reading
There is a little shop in Paris on Rue Parmentier where for more than half a century self-taught master Henri Launay has been repairing dolls, particularly French porcelain poupées. I first glimpsed him through the storefront window at work in … Continue reading
While we were in Paris, we met up with a childhood friend of Miranda’s named Katie who is now a student here. These two were California ranch girls, and it’s so interesting to see what impressive young women they have … Continue reading
On this particular Friday, we awoke to the alarm at 6 a.m. and walked over to meet the kids for our drive to Stansted airport and the short flight to Brittany, where our son-in-law’s parents, Jill and Peter, have a … Continue reading
My blog posts from our travels will not be chronological. I’m going through my journal in a random way looking for the things I want to write about, and today I came upon a passage about our trip to Wales, … Continue reading
Our lodging is the attic room of an apartment in Oxford, a room we know well, having stayed here several times before. There is a low slanted ceiling, a narrow window overlooking streets and back yards, a few quirky little … Continue reading
I don’t know what day it is. The light has shifted from purple to blue, and young men in gray vests are wheeling carts through the narrow aisles that suddenly smell vaguely of breakfast. I do not know if I’ve … Continue reading
Picture a window in a fourth floor apartment in the 11th arrondissement of Paris, a tall narrow window that opens like a door to a ledge bound by a wrought iron rail. The ledge is almost a balcony, and I … Continue reading
It was a last-minute invitation, and I said yes. My friend Linette and her sister Luanne were driving up to Oregon to see the total eclipse. There would be one overnight stop in Gilroy, where Linette’s sister-in-law lives, onward to … Continue reading