<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1" ?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>washingtonpost.com - France</title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/travel/archive/abroad/europe/france?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</link><description>France</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>15</ttl><image><title>washingtonpost.com</title><width>140</width><height>20</height><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com</link><url>http://media.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/hp/image/wp_web.gif</url></image><item><title><![CDATA[Toulouse: Paris Without the Edge]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A7497-2005Mar4.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A7497-2005Mar4.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 20:26:37 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Our first stop in Toulouse was a national historic monument -- okay, so it also happens to be a bar.]]></description><author> Robert V. Camuto</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Old World Holiday: It's All Marketing]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A14844-2004Nov26.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A14844-2004Nov26.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 20:26:37 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[During nearly 20 years of marriage, our Christmas decor rollout has grown -- from a single hatbox of ornaments and lights to seven  substantial cartons, filled with yuletide stuff that my wife has accumulated on a trail from Vienna through Saks Fifth Avenue to the Texas Hill country.]]></description><author> Robert V. Camuto</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Bouchons of Lyon]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A38867-2004Aug27.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A38867-2004Aug27.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 20:26:37 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[ As a tender morsel of sauteed chicken liver melted in my mouth, creamy as a mousse, I was tempted to rush to the bistro's kitchen and cover the chef's hand with kisses. However, that would have been unseemly, so I just sent her my compliments.]]></description><author></author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Operation Normandy]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A8247-2004May7.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A8247-2004May7.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 20:26:37 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[For the 60th anniversary of D-Day, the Normandy province prepares a summer of celebrations, with nearly every town marking its liberation with ceremonies, exhibitions and festivals.]]></description><author> Robert V. Camuto</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Mountain Biking in France:    Pedal Power]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A8306-2004Mar19.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A8306-2004Mar19.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 20:26:37 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[By Day 5, I am well acquainted with my gravitational demons.]]></description><author> Ethan Gilsdorf</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[At Home in France]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A57992-2004Feb20.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A57992-2004Feb20.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 20:26:37 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA["You've watched too many subtitled movies," my husband accused.]]></description><author> Gayle Keck</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[From a French Village, an Elite Oil Emerges]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A9474-2003Oct23.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A9474-2003Oct23.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 20:26:37 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Nyons is not the most chic address in Provence, but what the town lacks in designer taste, it makes up for in culture -- specifically, <em>oleiculture </em>(olive culture). No other place in France has so committed its identity to the olive.]]></description><author> Robert V. Camuto</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Soul of Provence]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A64030-2003Aug15.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A64030-2003Aug15.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 20:26:37 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[My  first venture into the Cotes de Provence wine country was not one of those perfect afternoons spent tasting local specialties and sipping the local nectar under the shade of plane trees.]]></description><author> Robert V. Camuto</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Corsica: Where the French Go]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A16563-2003Jun20.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A16563-2003Jun20.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 20:26:37 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[When we arrived back at our hotel in Calvi, Corsica, on Good Friday evening, there was an "urgent" message waiting.]]></description><author> Robert V. Camuto</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Basque Relief]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A38039-2003Apr25.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A38039-2003Apr25.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 20:26:37 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[As we crossed the border from southwest France into Spain, we were looking for signs of trouble.]]></description><author> Robert V. Camuto</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[France Alternatives 101]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A37188-2003Mar27.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A37188-2003Mar27.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 20:26:37 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[If you don't want to fly overseas right now, but still have a tastefor foie gras and strong coffee, consider visiting one of the Frenchcommunities in North America. We asked special correspondent MarshallS. Berdan to check out two Gallic outposts in Louisiana and Quebec.]]></description><author></author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Oh, That's Rich]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A59738-2002Nov15.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A59738-2002Nov15.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 20:26:37 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Here's the poop on Monte Carlo.<br> And over there is some more poop on Monte Carlo. And here's a pile by this palm tree. In fact, there's quite a number of little doggie droppings on the sidewalks of the world's ritziest village. And some aren't so little; these lapdogs hold nothing...]]></description><author> Steve Hendrix</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Lance, France & You]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A52329-2002Nov1.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A52329-2002Nov1.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 20:26:37 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Bicycling enthusiasts ride the routes of the Tour de France. Plan now for '03.]]></description><author> Nicole M. Miller</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[That's Really Nice]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A5684-2002May24.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A5684-2002May24.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 20:26:37 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[It was after dark by the train station in Nice and I put the last touches on my fluorescent yellow  wig, which was stuffed with a few thousand dollars' worth of fake euros. The occasion was the opening night of the Carnaval de Nice, the city's biggest annual event and a two-week riot of the absurd <em>` la Nigoise.</em>]]></description><author> Robert V. Camuto</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Full Mont]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A28256-2002May3.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A28256-2002May3.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 20:26:37 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[The climb to Col des Fours at 8,960 feet was a steep four-hour ascent that kept my heart in overdrive and sapped the energy from my legs. I took slow, deliberate steps, gazing back at the magnificent alpine skyline as a distraction. Then, at the crest of the pass, we received our reward: an endless vista of French and Italian alps, sharp white angles against a cloudless blue sky. And best of all, immediately below lay a steep, unobstructed snowfield that could only have been formed for one purpose -- butt-tobogganing.]]></description><author> Oliver B. Patton</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[In Lyon, Battle of the Bouchons]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A25201-2001Aug31.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A25201-2001Aug31.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 20:26:37 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[If there are two things the French are good at, it's cooking and quarreling. In Lyon, the ancient city that was once the Roman capital of Gaul, both have been raised to an art form. Especially since the ongoing quarrel is about food.]]></description><author> Roy Furchgott</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Saying 'I Do' in Provence]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A26835-2001Jul6.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A26835-2001Jul6.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 20:26:37 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[A firsthand account of an American wedding in the South of France.]]></description><author> Kathy Legg</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Going Native in France]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A37189-2001Apr19.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A37189-2001Apr19.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 20:26:37 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[A family's triumphs and tribulations renting a cottage in the French countryside.]]></description><author> Lisa Shroder</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[On a Road to Ruins]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A37484-2001Mar7.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A37484-2001Mar7.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 20:26:37 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Stephen O'Shea hikes through some radical history in southwestern France.]]></description><author> Stephen O'Shea</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Vaucluse Me?]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A47985-2000Jul15.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A47985-2000Jul15.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/france</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 20:26:37 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Whether it's buses packed with tourists searching for author Peter Mayle's "Year in Provence" house or blankets of well-oiled European sun worshipers on the Cote d'Azur, finding an unspoiled vacation spot in Provence seems to have become as much of the past as a quiet summer weekend in Southampton.]]></description><author> J.P. Slavin</author></item></channel></rss>