even if the post is late, the birthday congratulations are no less real. Travel and disease slowed me down, but I often think about you ; older sibling where are you, I wonder. I went to Aude in Languedoc, in southwestern France. Why not live there, I ask myself? It is off the beaten track and few Americans have found there way there. It is wild and ancient, with some of the great Upper Paleaolithic Caves and no less than Tautavel's Man's fossils. In the Middle Ages , a vile campaign, a blood-letting crusade occurred against the Cathars. Today it is peaceful, but the terrain has stories to tell. Now known for the vignoble, it was a kind of Arcadia where shepherds herded their flocks not many decades ago. Rough limestone and fields and fig trees growing wild; it is edenic, except in winter when the wild winds swirl down the precipitous slopes of the Pyrenees.
picture 1. Paul Peter , "Peter," my brother with our mother and father, Beate Caspari Rosen and George Rosen, both MDs and my our father with more degrees
Picture 2. a field in the Aude approaching the Pyrenees
3. Susan Joan Rosen and her brother Paul Peter. He became a physician I became an art historian. His specialty, pathology. required visual expertise not unlike the expertise of an art historian, which in fact he began to seriously specialize in when he began to collect Arfrican art. We are photographed here at 285 Riverside Drive, with our nature wonders, plants and animals. The creatures we are studying snapping turtles, which we captured as they were hatching from their eggs -so long ago at Garnet Lake in the Adirondacks, NY.