Author: emiglia
Toulouse Part 2 : We came, we bought books, we ate things
The other day, I mentioned the Sous-Chef’s and my penchant for long walks. (We also enjoy: eating candy on the seaside, carrying at least three colors of pens at once, inside jokes,…
I take pictures down narrow streets in Toulouse.
Real post tomorrow. Today, admire the fact that I seem to take the same picture… again… and again… and again. I swear I don’t do it on purpose… which makes it all…
Toulouse: Part One
Several months ago, when I was sitting in my apartment in Paris and planning the amazing trip I was planning to take with the Sous-Chef, I had never been to Toulouse. I…
Hello again.
Dear Reader, I haven’t forgotten you, I swear. It’s just that when your livelihood depends on whether nearly thirty children are wearing the appropriate footwear for wading in a stone-bottomed river, ensuring…
On est de retour…
There’s a tiny town in the heart of the Aude, in Southwestern France. It’s nowhere near Nice; it’s far enough from Spain so that no one will understand you if you start…
Clafoutis aux cerises
Yesterday, I mentioned the fact that my absence from blogging while in New York stemmed from two different reasons; today, I approach the second: France itself. This trip back to New York…
Simple Clams
I often notice — as do many others — the plethora of tourists who seem incapable of detaching their cameras from their eyes, and I wonder: with the viewfinder blocking their view,…
Belgian Endive
I’ve been silent recently; I’m sorry. This is a little message to say… I’m going to remain silent for a little while longer. Sorry. If you miss me and want to read…
Grilled Watermelon Salad
Since moving to France more than four years ago, I’ve developed a routine connecting me to home: my mother comes for her biannual trips in October and April, and I make the…