Directed to the infectious video below by a Tweet from Sedulia, much-admired blogger of Rue Rude, I was reminded of spotting the firefighters on a “fire drill” somewhere around Etienne-Marcel, climbing one of their ladders into…
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I just can’t do it. While I almost always make myself soldier on to the end of a novel, I’ve had to abandon two in the last few months. The first was the latest instalment…
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While I’m collecting my thoughts, and photographs, of the wedding, let’s go back to Paris for a while, shall we? Pater and I did, the evening after the nuptials, via Midnight in Paris, showing at…
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I’m not sure why, when I saw this dress in an atelier window(edited to add, for clarity: in Paris), it reminded me of Miss Cavendish, but it did. I think she must once have posted about…
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Some recent light reading: Jeffrey Deaver’s The Burning Wire: Another Lincoln Rhyme’s mystery, this one will have you flipping those light switches very carefully, keeping small appliances well away from water, and being generally very…
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