Notes From Serendipity

Sad eyes.  With round spectacles.  He was perhaps six feet tall, with a slight smile.  And, about 35 years old with fine brown hair and a trace of gray.  He asked me if I wanted to speak in English or French.   I started in French, as I always do in France, in hopes that, … Read moreEnglish or French

We left Honfleur this morning.  Honfleur was beautiful and a wonderful opportunity to see a village that was created a thousand or more years ago.   We decided to play some golf at Normandy  on the way to Caen.  We played at a course in Deauville (Saint-Gatien).  It was lush with greens and yellows and … Read moreGolf in Deauville

The thing I like the best is talking to people.  The lives that they lay out before you, the heartbreak, the loves that they have experienced fill my thoughts.  When I was younger, I always wanted to fix things . . somehow make life better for them.  Now I know that their experiences were perfect … Read moreWe Are All Responsible

Living in an old city for a short period of time is fun.   Narrow, cobblestone streets, buildings covered in Ivy, mostly upscale restaurants with names like ‘’l’homme de bois’’ make it seem like you are in the 16th century.  It’s a fun experience!   The things that are so charming, are also the biggest obstacles … Read moreWhere is Ben Franklin When You Really Need Him?

As I look out the window to my garden in Honfleur a cool breeze blows.  I can hear and feel the quiet of the garden as it brings a kind of peace to my spirit.   There are grey stone walls encasing the garden with dark green ivy vines topping the walls.  The roof of … Read moreGarden At Honfleur

Honfleur is a town on the west coast of France, near the site of the WWII invasion on D-Day.   It is a very old city with written references extending back over a thousand years.  The name is derived from a Viking family name, Honfleu.   That isn’t why we decided to go there.  We just … Read moreTrip to Honfleur

It started as a trip to encircle the things we loved in Paris by train . . Étoile/DeGaulle station, Trocadero, Bir Hakeim, Dupleix and Grenelle.  We exited at the Grenelle Station, ate at McDonalds, and took the train to the Cluny, the famous museum of the middle-ages.  I bought some books at the sidewalk book … Read moreThe Gift

The first time I heard about Montmarte was when I was working at the Honolulu Community Theatre on the musical Can Can.  The song was a rousing number and was in the show’s finale.  The stage and my imagination seemed to explode with energy . . and anticipation. So,  here we were at the real … Read moreRed Haired Woman of Montmarte

One the of the things I love about Paris is that there is a mixture of every kind of people, of every age, interacting on a daily basis. Yesterday we were at the Monoprix, a large chain store with grocery items, clothes, etc., and we talked with a clerk.  Nancy was trying to explain how … Read moreParc Monceau

First of all, don’t believe anyone who says that spearing fishing in the middle of the night, in the middle of the ocean is easy.  Or, fun.  That, on its face, should have been a warning to me that I was down the road to madness. Second of all.  It came from a friend who … Read moreSpearfishing in Nanakuli