..  they  were still  sixty- five  kilometres  from Péri geux, on a  winding back- country  road, and beginning to get hungry. The lan...

A gallant and generous  blogger from the Péri- gord, La Pouyette, has  framed a Christmas post from the perspective of  the handsomes...

could one spare one's pants for a Mouton? She'd met the French Rothschilds because  Jacob Rothschild, of the English R...

Readers who are not disarmed already by this year's Christ- mas Cracker from the Mayfair bookshop, Heywood Hill, are welcomed to r...

I realize, I am offering a nomination too late to max out its sale, but the book of my year would not, in a town with our p...

My everyday memory of Kurt Masur, who died in Greenwich the other day, is based on luminous analog recordings of Beethoven, meticul- ou...