Marionettes, street theatre, glove puppets, mime artists, robotic creatures… all of them were in Charleville-Mézières last weekend for the 20th Festival mondial des théâtres de marionnettes. And so were we.…
As a teenager, my first ever trip to France introduced me to some of the highs – and lows – of the country’s food and drink. Champagne proved delicious. Horsemeat…
It’s grim up north. The skies are grey and it rains all the time – and you can’t step outside without a cardigan after the end of August. I guess…
A wine-producing village called Bouzy has to have adopted its name in a bid to attract English-speaking visitors, right? That was our assumption as our coach passed through the Marne…
Today marks the end of my first month of blogging about all things French. Appropriately perhaps, I’ve picked this sign for the village of Bouzy. It is situated in the Marne…
