It becomes almost impossible to write about time. Time disappears. Days are different but do not seem to proceed one after the other. Only when I ask do I then know what day it is and what the next one will be. The lack of definition of time is made up for by the utter clarity of place.
Paris could be described as a pedestrian paradise. From Montemarte to the Left Bank, it’s historical contortions of streets has resulted in the most pleasant walking of all the major cities of the world. I apologize to Rome but there are many places there where a walk of many kilometers actually returns very little. There…
Le Breuil is typical of champagne country and a wonderful walking distance of Abbaye de La Abbaye. When you walk and meet the mayor of the town doing electrical work on a lamppost, you feel a call to stay and stay well. Never mind pronouncing the name of the town prove totally beyond us. The…
And there it was for rent, a five room flat above what was once a jazz club. And it was on the Rue Frommage.
Okay so the music stops and suddenly I glance out the shop window and what looks to be hundreds of huge Belgian women are converging on this chocolate shop. I turn to Bonnie and in a panic tell her to hurry up, it’s time to flee!
We were lost with a kitten, we saw a lost dog, a few misleading cows and a little wild mousse
They all were a little in shock. No one could tell them that the global climate was changing in such a way that while in the past hurricanes were very rare, from now on they would be as frequent for them as for the outer island. And after 200 hundred year or more of living…
They would try to build these kind of places at Disneyland but the very attention needed to construct such a world marks it as new and a fiction. Here the reality of the passing years and now the sudden interest results in something at once a fantasy and still very very true.
Boats, not cars and walks upon walks, from campo to campo, down hidden streets and everywhere the art of living with people.
We were told it would be difficult but that put the wrong slant on what is was we doing.
Moving by commuter train and bus, an hour north of Venice, we arrived at the most comfortable hotel, in a place I would have gladly stayed at for months, even years. This is a surface impression and I had hints the friendly warm feeling would eventually evaporate. But from the terrace of the hotel where…
Why would suddenly the esthetics of what I write with become a factor but I became hesitant to open this word editor to jot down a few thoughts. The dressings of the blog software became more appealing as if that would make any difference.
Should I start with cats? There are three of them, perhaps four, a dappled brown black am mostly white, meek little thing who so desperately wants a home and someone to snuggle up to…
We think we have confirmed the number of cats we are seeing around the place. There are two adults, who come around in the morning, just to come around and yes perhaps they are hoping for something good to happen.
I am a little clumsy today, or more clumsy then usual, because of a great bottle of rose we had last night at the most spectacular of hotels.
There are a few things I need to note but these are out of sequence or represent continuing threads and development.
I was suddenly struck by the silence coming from the place next store and I believe I have not mentioned the guests who were staying there. They were not english speakers but they possessed two little children who spoke the universal language of service, the tantrum.
There are jackals and stray cats and all manner of needy beast wandering the streets of Marrakech.
Sad to say we had lamb last night. We eat succulent, melting, diabolically spiced pieces of lamb.