Parisian chic, of a certain age . . .
I can’t imagine what nerve one has to muster to ask strangers if it’s okay to photograph them for one’s blog. I don’t think I could do it. Instead, I pretended I was immensely interested…
View PostI can’t imagine what nerve one has to muster to ask strangers if it’s okay to photograph them for one’s blog. I don’t think I could do it. Instead, I pretended I was immensely interested…
View PostYesterday was a stunningly beautiful day in Paris — we had enjoyed a glorious sleep-in, our first good sleep since arriving at Heathrow on Wednesday, facilitated by the quiet in our apartment, and so didn’t…
View PostWe spent Friday morning at the National Portrait Gallery, one of my favourite institutions in London. We saw two photograph exhibitions, one the work of E.O. Hoppé, and the other focusing on Ida Kar. Both…
View PostThis is the sort of delightful surprise that makes walking in London so rewarding. Camels as supports for benches? All along the riverfront, these never fail to make me smile. . . . by the…
View PostToday’s the day. All the house-sitting, pet-sitting, mail pick-up has been arranged, all our good-bye visiting has been done, a few last-minute items to pick up and we’re off late this afternoon. The worldwide headlines jangle…
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