A JOURNEY

By Joan Whicher It was Paris 1962 and I was visiting my boyfriend who would later become my husband.  He was staying at his aunt’s flat in Boulogne sur Seine, while working as an intern at a French insurance company in the centre of Paris.  The previous year he’d attended a business studies course inContinue reading “A JOURNEY”

A HOLIDAY MEMORY

We’ve been practising our French, so it’s a minor disappointment when the owner of the gîte, Mr Brouillard, speaks perfect English. Our directions have taken us to the ‘manoir’, which turns out to be a castle. This is no ordinary pile of medieval rubble, but an entire fairy castle with slender turrets, topped with pantileContinue reading “A HOLIDAY MEMORY”