Brittany, Bicycles, and Bales of Hay
Mary Murphy
July 27, 2010
In this particular part of France, in Brittany, you’re more likely to pass a bicycle on the road than a car, which somewhat explains the
In this particular part of France, in Brittany, you’re more likely to pass a bicycle on the road than a car, which somewhat explains the
I think I’m in love with the idea of being in love. I’ve always been a one-man woman. I first realised this when I was
I was proposed to in Geneva. Earlier this year, in January. As I stood outside these very gates. And I was flattered. He described himself
You just never know what you’ll find in this city. You think you have it sussed. You think you know your streets. And then, you
It’s about 248 km from Budapest to Sárospatak if you take the highways and stay on course, but that’s what trains and bus tours are for.
Oh Lord, give me such signs in every foreign country I visit and I will be happier (if that’s possible), and more relaxed, and less
There’s shopping. And then there’s shopping. And then there’s Ecseri and Petőfi and Keleti and the other flea markets in Budapest, each one better than the
In victory deserve it; in defeat need it. So said Winston Churchill of the great elixir that is champagne. Mind you, he had a thing
Although I’d said before going to bed that wild horses wouldn’t drag me out of it in the morning, my neighbours had other ideas. So
Up at the crack of dawn, we joined the procession of cars wending their way towards the flea market. According to the guide book (?) we
