Last Days in Paris
Yesterday, our penultimate day in Paris for this trip,I wrapped a large chiffon scarf over my shoulders to keep them from burning and took my wrinkled linen pants out for a stroll in the…
View PostYesterday, our penultimate day in Paris for this trip,I wrapped a large chiffon scarf over my shoulders to keep them from burning and took my wrinkled linen pants out for a stroll in the…
View PostI’m writing this on the train to Paris after a marvellous week learning to sketch and paint en plein air in the Lot region of France with seven other women. Our teachers, the talented, patient,…
View PostAfter that long and word-heavy post in which I rambled along Rue Ste Catherine, I thought you might like some photos and a chance to see whether our garb marks us as tourists. Of course,…
View PostI try to hide my impatience when Pater finally comes downstairs for tea, more than two hours after dawn reached through the skylight to tickle me awake and send me tiptoeing out of the bedroom.…
View PostI’ll show you what I mean whenI grouse a bit about the weather, and this is after a Monday night storm, and a wet, grey, windy Tuesday and Wednesday. Here is the next few days’…
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