There is something about Paris in January that feels simultaneously serene and electrifying. The usual hum of tourists is quieter, replaced by the gentle crunch of snow beneath my boots…
When I first walked through the streets of Amiens, I thought only of its cathedral, its canals, and the gardens. Shopping was not the first thing that came to mind.…
The first time I stepped off the train at Gare du Mans, the crisp French air was tinged with the faint aroma of roasted chestnuts being sold by a vendor…
When I first arrived in Le Mans, stepping out of the train from Paris into the cool French air, I thought I could simply walk everywhere. After all, the old…