As gimmicky and clichéd as a visit to Rome’s Bocca da Verita (Mouth of Truth) might be. . . . when Nana and Granddad have a day in Rome with a Seven, a “willing suspension…
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I’m sharing a few favourite Paris windows with you this morning . . . and using that excuse to check whether or not my email subscription service is working. Don’t want you to miss a post because then I’d miss getting your thoughtful responses! Hope you enjoy the windows. . . we can pretend we’re strolling Rue du Bac together. . .
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Back from three weeks in France and Italy, I’m happy to wear some old and new favourites again — and thinking about what I learned from living out of my carry-on wardrobe once again. Let’s just say that my commitment to Slow Fashion is stronger than ever. . . and that doesn’t have to mean a sacrifice.
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Our last day in Paris, and I’ve spent an hour or so scribbling postcards to you — Paris through my eyes in a sunny November week. Just a few quick images, a few accompanying words. My idiosyncratic impressions. Hope you enjoy. . .
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Most of our walking this trip has been on concrete or asphalt, surrounded by all the sights and sounds of a busy city. But last weekend we were treated to a day trip. . . a satisfying and fascinating walk along an old Etruscan pathway, through woods and fields, along a burbling stream, on a carpet of forest duff decorated with cyclamen and mushrooms. . . . And, as usual, I may have taken too many photos. . .
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