A journey in progress
One ocean. Two neighborhoods that raised me, half a world apart. This is the slow, honest record of getting from one to the other — the moves, the meals, the missed buses, and what they taught me.
The story so far
I grew up between two grandmothers — one in the South Bronx, one in a village outside Montpellier — and spent most of my life pretending those two worlds had nothing to do with each other. They do. This site is where I figure out how.
New posts go up when something is worth saying. Expect notes from train windows, family recipes that don’t translate, photos of doorways, and the occasional opinion about pain au chocolat.
Postcards
A handful of pictures from both ends of the trip. The harbor I keep coming back to, the basilica that watches over it, and one glance back across the Atlantic.
Photos via Wikimedia Commons under their respective free licenses. To be replaced with the friend’s own photos once we have them.
Where
Journal
Two transit systems, two relationships with time. Notes from a week of commuting on both sides of the Atlantic.
Read entry →A short, unscientific catalogue of overlapping grandmother wisdom across two languages and one apartment-sized kitchen.
Read entry →A short post on why a personal move deserves a public journal, and the small promise I’m making to anyone who follows along.
Read entry →Stay in touch
New entries land roughly every other week. The easiest way to follow along is email — no algorithm, no noise.
Or write directly: hello@southbronx2southfrance.com