G.E. Forth

I am sitting in a familiar bistro by the waterfront, in much the same seat I have occupied at least twenty times in the past few years. Each visit, the view is remarkably different. Today, the faint winter sunlight has drawn a number of us from behind closed doors to bask together in the brief midday warmth. I am dressed …

There is an older man in our town who sells fruits and vegetables out of a little store front near the church Saint Michel. The shop is little more than a small, dark cave under a building with stone steps from the plaza next door for a display counter.  He rarely has more than a dozen boxes of goods sitting …