I tried to imagine what was going through her head, as she walked to that river around where she lived and wrote, her pockets filled with heavy stones, marching to her death. Probalby not very close to reality, or what that moment was like, but I always loved that scene in The Hours, with an… Continue reading Virginia Woolf’s stones
I broke down and bought a day pass for wifi. I couldn’t sleep anymore, I caught up on my sleep deprivation and have been wide awake for an hour. Landing in Paris last night was not something I was looking forward to. I had to get my luggage, get on the Air France Bus, get… Continue reading Paris at 5:49 AM
First off, thank you to my good friend Al for sending me this link. Second, can I just say….Who but the French would FOUND an organization against Halloween? And I am French, so I can acknowledge our faults. Let me try to be balanced, in this ridiculous situation. One of the things I really appreciated… Continue reading “Non à Halloween”
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”…
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
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
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.
The Three-Legged Duck 