France: A path forward
It had been over an hour of tripping, with thorny branches pulling and tugging on me and I was horrified by Frédéric’s bloody legs. I’d had enough of this hike.
It had been over an hour of tripping, with thorny branches pulling and tugging on me and I was horrified by Frédéric’s bloody legs. I’d had enough of this hike.
We enjoyed our last picnic in the shade by the Orbieu river where both a Golden Oriole and Hoopoe took turns serenading us. This would be the last time I’d enjoy one of Dominique’s fantastic Mediterranean salads.
Each breakfast, Dominique greeted us with her sing-songy, “Bon jour!” It’s the way I want to wake up every morning, I decided. With a song and a croissant. As we drove to our… Continue reading
We were a small band of birders in the South of France. Joining Steve and me was another couple, Ann and Brian, from the U.K., and they were celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary.… Continue reading
It wasn’t until I took a bite of creamy brie at our first picnic on this birding tour that I knew it was real. We were finally in France. We booked a birding… Continue reading