A little road in the monastery complex, up in the mountains, Notre-Dame du Laus, a place of christian pilgrimage, and probably the only standing showers in all of France. At least the only ones I’ve seen. Mostly they have these tiny cubic bath-tubs, that are waist-high (for me) off the ground, and so deep that… Continue reading retreat
Road and mountain range from the monastery towards the city of Gap. I didn’t think I had any other photos than the dusk one, but these are a little bit of alpine France, a lovely corner of the country, and in the cheerful daytime. As the postcard says… “wish you were here”…
Coming back from a family reunion in Gap, in the Alps today, on the train…and the beauty of the landscape hits me, from either side of the train. I am making mental notes of dazzling places to return to, deserted, mountainous, shimmering. In between two snow-capped mountains, the sun shines, and valleys of green cascade… Continue reading the Alps
” The world is a Noah’s ark on the sea of eternity containing all the endless pairs of things, irreconciliable and inseparable. And heat will always long for cold, and the back for the front and smiles for tears and mutt for jeff and no for yes with the most unutterable nostalgia there is.” -Diane… Continue reading endless pairs of things
Do you ever feel like you want to break free from your life, your body, gravity? Break this shell, and just soar? That’s what ties me to writing in moments when I write what I feel, when it spills out of me to just express itself. It’s why art is so important, because it communicates,… Continue reading moments of beauty
You may know Montmartre from Amelie’s scenes, her creperie was a the foot of the Butte Montmartre (the hill) that overlooks Paris, from which you see that lovely panorama (the same you can see from “my” forest, but at a different angle, and…closer. It’s in the 18th “arrondissement”. Paris is a fantastic organisation of circular quarters,… Continue reading the steps of Montmartre
I live near Louis XIV’s childhood castle. He was born there, and it was the main royal castle in the Paris region until he came about, for obvious reasons…he built the other ones. It’s a pretty lovely city, really. Small cobblestone streets, dozens of fancy cafés, bars, restaurants, shops with overpriced, exquisite hand-crafted items. The castle… Continue reading the castle park.