G.E. Forth

Now to be sure, not everything here in France likes me. I ate a delicious hamburger yesterday at a little snack place perched high above Villefranche along the Moyen Corniche. We love the place for the incomparable view and the biker-gang-sassy server and part owner. The meat was cooked rare, barely on the north side of raw, and I should …

Whenever we want a nice long walk without encountering many people, we head for the rarified air of St. Jean – Cap Ferrat, a toney enclave of the international uber-rich just to the east of us. In daylight, it is a place populated by gardeners, construction workers, and household staff. At night, the private security guards take over. Once a …