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Native Places: Feels Like 44°
"Feels like 44,” the radio announced as I drove into a parking garage in Aix-en-Provence recently. That’s 111° Fahrenheit. On the pavement outside the garage, a woman of about 50 sat crumpled against a wall. Her black garments looked hot. “My husband is dead,” her...
Native Places: La Bonde
La Bonde We sat on an elevated terrace among strangers beside the lake, breathing in the languid air at dusk. We were dining at l’Etang de la Bonde Pizzeria Snack Bar. My friend said it was his favorite place to eat: good food, no waiter hovering about, no decor, just...
