population, 21: exploring Île Saint-Honorat

(a South-of-France staycation, ii) When the throbbing commercialism of Rue d’Antibes and the reality of competing for a spot on the beach prove tiresome, just hop on a ferry and leave the bustle of Cannes behind for some peace. Île Saint-Honorat is a storybook-lovely spot for a tranquil morning walk: or, if you’d rather, a weekend (or lifetime) of dedicated prayer. At last count, the … Continue reading population, 21: exploring Île Saint-Honorat

automne malade

Automne malade et adoré.  It’s the first line of a poem I love. Apollinaire describes autumn as “sick and loved,” lonely and liminal. He writes: “how I love this season, its murmurs; the fruits that fall with no one to gather them; the wind and the forest crying all their tears in autumn, leaf by leaf” (my loose translation/interpretation) Every year I have lived in a place … Continue reading automne malade