Cicada

For the next two months, I’ll be pretend I'm in Aix-en-Provence.  Instead of listening to the deafening onslaught of the 17-year cyclical biblical plague, I’ll be wandering...
If we were in the South of France, there'd be a parade. The noisy spokes insect of provençal culture (thanks to the poet Frédéric Mistral), is off schedule and emerging en...