Word-less Wednesday — Walk with Me!
More mural art from my neighbourhood. This is from a back alley a few blocks away, behind a mix of commercial and residential buildings. I thought I’d take you for a short walk this morning…
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Travel Journal, Paris Pages. . . .
The ardoise at Le Petit Vatel. May I recommend the boudin noir? Black pudding/blood sausage is not to everyone’s taste, I know, but I suspect you’d all appreciate the Gâteau au cédrat confit (Cake with…
View PostOf Sleep and (Love) Letters
Sleep problems. Breath and Breathe. Bridge, bench, bunch, budge, brunch, billet, boulevard. Pause, not because I’m sleeping yet, unfortunately, but because my mind is searching for another word beginning with “B.” Brigadier. Seriously, brigadier? Where did…
View PostBlogging and Murals, My (Visible) Eye In/On the World . . .
As I struggle, some days, to know whether it’s worth continuing to write in this space, I go back to some of the reasons I’m doing so. There has been so much emphasis, especially here…
View PostSummer’s End? Not Quite, Labour Day, Not Quite. . .
Summer’s not letting Labour Day push her out the door, not here, at least, where we went swimming in the (not so very warm) Pacific last night — delicious! Still, I expect rhythms and activities…
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