Nine Strangers. Seven Days. One Table at a Time.

On how community forms — and how quickly.

I left on a trip last Wednesday. To France. Alone.

To meet a group of women I had never met, for a tour of the gardens of Normandy.

Nine solo travelers — from different states, different backgrounds, different backstories — joined by a single shared desire: adventure, discovery, and the particular kind of company that forms when women who travel alone cho…