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sacre coeur

Back in 2010, when I was still married, we took a five-week vacation to Paris. In the winter. It turned out to be the worst winter in 75 years, so yeah. There was a lot of snow on the ground. Fun for about five minutes. We used to bicker about who would go to the store for the day because it involved putting on longjohns and many layers of coats and gloves. But I digress.

saorge door

One of the best things about travel is how it gives you new eyes to the world. I see everything with the eyes of a newborn. Things that would be mundane at home (chips, streets, people) are glorious marvels. I’ve taken a lot of photos of doors. Why? Because doors look different in different parts of the world. They might be old and wooden or glass and modern. This door happens to be one leading to my friend, Gibi’s, outhouse. But it’s beautiful, isn’t it? He probably built the structure himself, lugging stones up the mountain to create what is…


Welcome to my friend, Gibi’s, mountain retreat. It’s an hour hike from the town that captured my heart years ago, Saorge. If you’re hardy enough to make the climb, he’ll welcome you with a glass of homemade grape juice or wine that he toted in his backpack on one of his jaunts up the mountain.