What is it about autumn that is so appealing? So surprising? The glory of green leaves turning golden, amber, ochre, and crimson never...

Waiting is never easy. At least not for me. In this season of a worldwide pandemic, a prolonged election, mounting terrorism, and so much...

The name Fig & Vine came to me over a year ago as I walked through our garden thinking, listening, praying about starting a blog (does...

If you took a stroll through our little town, you’d be pleasantly surprised by the sound of water as it spills through fountains on many...

Our little town boasts many bridges. Since a river–actually two–run through St.Hippolyte du Fort, we need ways to cross over the waters....

Early fall means it's time to harvest wine grapes or as it's called here:"la vendange". Yes, it involves picking grapes but it is far...

Like many European towns, large and small, St. Hippolyte du Fort grew up around a river. While we tend to take water for granted, coming...

What's behind that door? Not that I'm overly interested in today's occupants–that feels too nosy, invasive. What intrigues me is who...

For a town of our size, we have had more than our fair share of dramatic events. The population has hovered around 4000 for centuries,...

La vie est belle, n'est-ce pas? Life is beautiful, isn't it? Nowhere is the above sentence more true than at our weekly open market,...

Every day I marvel at the beauty that surrounds me. Yes, I live in the south of France, and yes, it's breathtakingly gorgeous here....