The La Bu blog is finished. Thanks so much for reading.
Eating LaBu
It took a minute to get a kitchen up and running at LaBu that could do the sort of cooking that one—on occasion—feels is necessary to maintain a certain level of gastronomic cosmopolitanism (even in the midst of deepest rural France). Rather than wax ad-freaking-nauseum […]
Summer has come
After an extraordinary (and I mean that rhetorically as well as factually) damp and cool late winter, we skipped spring and now find ourselves in the summertime. It’s warm (and occasionally hot), rain makes ceremonial appearances and then retires, and corn is growing like bamboo. […]
Wondrous Carnac Unknown
Carnac, in the south of Brittany, is home to one of the largest collections of neolithic standing stone assemblages in the world. Spread over four kilometres, these three thousand or so stones–almost all aligned east to west, from smallest to largest–were erected between 8,000 and […]
What now? Or, some questions on the future along with a few pictures.
At some point, you signed-up to this email newsletter or logged onto the website in the hopes of hearing and seeing more about the little house in southern Normandy known as La Bucherie. Sorry for the disappointment. I’ve grown disillusioned of late with writing generally, […]
Butterflies amidst the grass
Back in the olden-days, LaBu was optimized for visitor quantity, with four bedrooms, all of which at some point or another functioned as parts of a hotel or gite. We found during the course of The Changes, in addition to some truly atrocious—and at times […]
Two Years of Renovation, Two Years of Wonder
Two years ago, today, in a room once the tragic victim of a wallpapering gone horribly wrong, I sat down on the floor—a bucket, wrench, and towel by my side. In front of me a radiator, on my lap, the glorious Youtube Machine. Four minutes […]
Oh, the heights we might attain
When, some few millions of years ago, Morthug (spelling entirely conjectural), gazed disappointed at the tree—now fallen—that he’d often used to reach the top of his favorite sunning rock, it seemed his world would be irrevocably different. When, shortly thereafter, he discovered—much to his glee—that […]
Fall falls
Fall is coming to LaBu. The first sign—really—was the cherry tree leaves, which almost overnight began to turn a light shade of yellow, before gravity and a light still-warm wind scattered them across the grass below. Now, we have a few particularly precocious chestnuts that […]
Metamorphic little bastards
I’ve been gone from LaBu for many months now. And am, now, returning tomorrow night. For what may be a very long time. That wasn’t the plan, but plans are nothing if not metamorphic little bastards. And so. I’m also returning with Charlemagne le Chat. […]