Dragged by the galoping clouds The sun escaped from the dark woods Fell in the water And drowned. Soulevé par les nuages fuyants Le soleil s...

Walking in Avignon, in my suburb at least, you often come across stenciled messages written on the pavement. Several appeared recently. Som...

Sometimes poetry grows on the most unexpected terrain. Rue du Bon Martinet is a dark lane that feeds into the tourist-famous Rue des Teintu...

Yesterday I had two young men at my window. For a second I saw myself as a Juliet with two Romeos under her balcony but let's face it, ...

Twenty-five kilometers south of Avignon, the Alpilles is a small mountain range that offers miles of scenic walking tracks among pine trees...

With all the rain we've had lately the river Rhone has changed: from lazy, slow and mellow in summer it has become big, fast and powerf...

Mid-January, in the dead of winter when the trees are bare and the countryside looks barren, the plains along the Rhone are lit up by large...

Yesterday on Saturday Avignonites had two major options: join the mass shopping crowds attracted by the Winter Sales ("Soldes") wh...

Living in Avignon is like walking through history on a daily basis. It's also being blessed by beauty at every other street corner. Sin...

Sometimes my winter here looks like this... Quelquefois mon hiver ici ressemble ressemble à ça... And sometimes like this... Et quelquefois...

Merry Christmas to all ! No, the beautiful dinner table photo was not taken at my place but in the lobby of Avignon's Town Hall (free en...

The little gingerbread house decorated by my daughter and the merry-go-round on Place de l'Horloge, two happy images to wish you all a w...

... who is the fairest of all? Yesterday afternoon I visited an art exhibition at the Fire Station in rue Carreterie. Local amateur painters...

Are you among those for whom Christmas means lots of chocolates and candy? Then "La Cure Gourmande" might be just the place for yo...

We're not quite finished with our crime witness and I suspect he will resurface at some stage, but we'll have to leave him to his ow...

Continued from chapter 1 - Suite de l'épisode 1 Crouching against the fence, petrified, the man was far too worried to pay the least ...

Alone and feeling lonely, the man was walking along the deserted no man's land that stretched in a long corridor between the river'...

At number 57 in Rue de la République in Villeneuve-les-Avignon, there's this old shop which a long time ago used to be a dry cleaner...