I was standing in line at the bakery here in the Dordogne last week—yes, another tale from the land of crisp baguettes and existential shrugging—when an English couple ahead of me asked, in oddly precise tones, for "deux croissants et un pain au chocolat, s’il vous plaît". The woman turned to her partner with a triumphant smile, clearly proud of her linguistic victory. Then, after paying, she muttered just loud...

It’s been twelve years since their last reunion, and though some have died in the intervening years, numbers are up: 135 compared to 117. Everyone is getting on. Many have come a long way and will be eager to catch up with their peers. The food will be good – it always is – and there’s lots of juicy gossip to exchange. The setting for the reunion is sublime. The wines will be spectacular, though everyone will...

Iceland is my second choice. For years, my dream has been to go to Antarctica. But, cost apart, the journey’s logistics are daunting. And what if you get there and find you’ve forgotten your gloves? So I choose Iceland for its exotic geology and intriguing culture. The former I’ll be exploring with a small group on...

Last time Stoker dwelt on the increasing danger of a British revolution. This time, we must admit that such an unthinkable event is, well, pretty much unthinkable.  And the roots of this unrevolutionary thinking lie in the Romans, or at least the ruin of a wall that they left behind...