Gardening, Reading, Remembering Paris. . .
My garden is glorious, if I do say so myself, and what an absolutely splendid time to return from a week in Paris! Yes, I’m up and outside by 5 a.m., watching the sun come…
View PostMy garden is glorious, if I do say so myself, and what an absolutely splendid time to return from a week in Paris! Yes, I’m up and outside by 5 a.m., watching the sun come…
View PostWending our way back to the island today, by car and then ferry and then our trusty commuter boat, and finally loading my luggage and our groceries onto our bikes for the last kilometre. A…
View PostYesterday was a long day, one of those ones that always amaze me, no matter how much I travel. Did I really squeeze, with my sister and our (luckily carry-on size) suitcases, into the tiny…
View PostA quick run before breakfast to Jardin du Luxembourg where they’ve dressed up Mary Stuart And where I introduced my sister to the Fontaine des Medicis After breakfast, we headed to an exhibition at Musée des…
View PostFirst, a run, out of the hotel before 7. The hotel clerk: Ah, vous êtes sportives! Along the Seine, past large clusters of tents peopled by the homeless, a less discussed Paris sight. Ran…
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