It was only a matter of time before Molly made her way to the land of perfect croissants and unparalleled history. She set sail along the Seine River on a cruise that took her from Paris to Normandy and back. First stop - Paris. While she did not scale the Eiffel Tower, the immense monument took her breath away. She journeyed inside the newly renovated Notre Dame Cathedral to admire the kaleidoscope of stained glass and gleaming architectural features. And yes, of course, Molly went to the Louvre! The Mona Lisa, Venus de Milo, Delacroix’s Liberty Leading the People, and the Greek sculpture Winged Victory of Samothrace - they all captured her eye. Molly even got to pose in front of the inverted triangle.

As the days went on, Molly rode a bicycle in Giverny to Monet’s Gardens, toured a working hard cider farm in Rouen where she witnessed a border collie round up the sheep, visited a chateau in La-Roche Guyon, and sipped wine at an outdoor cafe in Les Andelys. Her visit to Normandy left her humbled and pensive. The precisely aligned white crosses in the American cemetery, the National Anthem played by church bells, a stirring rendition of taps, and footsteps on Omaha Beach - the haunting cliffs rising behind her.

Molly met a few new friends on her adventure - friends with delightful grandchildren who look forward to reading about her. She hopes they enjoy her story, revel in the watercolors, and offer her positive reviews. Merci beaucoup, mes enfants! Jusqu’a la prochaine fois!

Bonjour! Have you ever felt like you were on top of the world? I have - and I was! In September 2024, I attended a writing retreat hosted by Foreword Retreats in the French Alps. For one week, I lived in a mountain chalet in Chamonix with sixteen women writers. Each day we met and workshopped with bestselling novelists, Christina Baker Kline and Paula McLain. They are generous, supportive, and talented writers - if you have not read their work, you must.

*If you ever have the privilege of going to Chamonix, head up the Aiguille du Midi. At 3,842 meters high, you will witness stunning views of the Mont Blanc massif. You might even give a warrior’s yawp. I did.