Cats, Condom, and the Smallest Fortified Village in France
What is the half-life of memory? At what point does a mostly-accurate recalling morph into more fiction than fact, something merely “inspired by a true story”? A shift occurred today, as my memories became far more diluted, the water far out-pacing the dollop of sirop de menthe at the bottom of the glass. Whereas I […]
Stone Fruits and Gothic Churches
Today was part two of my longest two-day stretch in France this summer. It’s a funny thing, but I’ve come to find the longest days to be some of the easiest to manage. Shorter days carry all kinds of expectations. Maybe I’m hoping to arrive early—to rest, or to have time to see some things […]