

Van Gogh and Gauguin in Arles: A Must-Visit for Art Lovers
Arles is a town I keep coming back to again and again. Maybe it’s the way history and art are woven into every street. No matter how often I visit, I still find myself stopping
Adventures of the Barefoot blogger
Welcome! I’m Deborah, an American expat who has called the charming town of Uzès, France, home for nearly a decade. Through this website, I invite you to join me on an exciting journey as I share my experiences and insights from this beautiful corner of the world.
Arles is a town I keep coming back to again and again. Maybe it’s the way history and art are woven into every street. No matter how often I visit, I still find myself stopping
The Barefoot Blogger shares over 10 years of inspiring personal stories and enriching experiences across France. Exploring both renowned landmarks and hidden treasures through the eyes of an American expat who has embraced life in this captivating country. Be prepared to fall in love with France all over again.
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It’s St. Valentine’s Day. What better time to learn French, the language of love? During today’s French lesson at IS Aix-en-Provence, we dove into a
What's not to love about a truffle-hunting pig
Nimes What to See Why is Nimes a “must-see” for lovers of Roman history? It’s a city where you can literally see, touch, and experience
It's been my suppressed desire to sing in a rock band
The South of France is a wonderland during the holidays, with colorful markets transforming historic settings into scenes from fairytales. This year, I visited Christmas
Many of us—me included—have struggled with traveling alone. Solo travel for women can be complicated and scary. This is a story of how a Barefoot
The ancient Roman aqueduct Pont du Gard at night is an exciting sound and light show you shouldn’t miss! Jean-Jacques
I’ve done it again. Splat! Another fall, A broken arm. I’ve managed to break my left arm for the second
I’m thinking of my mother today. Bonnie. When Bonnie was my age, everyone knew where they could find her— in
Perhaps stories about bedding in France is too much about nothing. I wish it could be over and done with