In the summer when the trees are full the sunlight falls in mottled dabs upon the Cours Gambetta. The Cours Gambetta is a long straight r...

It had been raining, but by then it had stopped. The night was in. Across the sky were vast expanse of cloud, smokey mauve on the deep...

A new series of writings detailing my last 5 months of exile in France. As many will know I dislike daily diary/journal writing and the ...