Category Archives: France

FRIENDS INTRODUCE US TO THINGS WE’D NEVER THINK OF

When Todd and I have lunch with a friend who lost her husband not long ago, we’ve become accustomed to a wonderful tradition she and her husband began: opening a bottle of champagne for Saturday afternoons. As I sipped champagne … Continue reading

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IF THERE’S A REALM BEYOND THIS LIFE…

In Paris Gare de Lyon train station, I stood next to a well-dressed young man who didn’t appear drunk. He leaned over and threw up. Late that evening in Zurich I had a very large bratwurst, beer, and went to … Continue reading

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THEY DON’T TALK ON THEIR CELL PHONES, BUT THEY DON’T DANCE ON THE PLATFORMS, EITHER.

On French trains passengers must move into the vestibule, where the restrooms are, to talk on their cell phones. They do this without exception, without fault. So mannerly, so polite the French. They don’t, however, dance on the platform, as … Continue reading

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