Sylvie called. She wanted to know where we were. I told her that we were at the chateau. She hadn't read my earlier email about taking t...

In Compiegne did Louis XV a stately residence decree: Where l'Oise, the sacred river, ran through regions so dear to this man in the...

The good news was that we got new train tickets for Compiegne. The bad news was that the train wouldn't leave for another two hours. A b...

The wind from the arriving train blew my sweetheart's hair, but it stayed on her head--mine didn't have a chance. That wind carried ...