TMI
Wednesday rain. Drizzle, then a lot of drizzle, then wind, then rain and wind, then drizzle again, back and forth and up and down and just consistent enough to make tourism miserable. We walked from the hotel across the…
Feet Don’t Fail Me Now
“Can I have it on the good foot?” Woof, what a day for walking this was… Breakfast is included so we had one of those elaborate hotel breakfasts usually served buffet style, but served to us, fruit and fruit juice,…
Alicia Through the Looking Glass
Bright and early out of the hotel to CDG. Terminal train transit two stops to Terminal 2. Checked in at 2F. Boarding pass, processed luggage, went to pass security, then informed I was meant to check-in at 2G. If it’s…
English as She is Spoke
Wednesday was stormy upon departure from Cricklewood, sunny upon arrival on the South Bank. In the AM did a quick skinny in the Tate modern, lunch at Wagamama, then a matinee at the Young Vic. The plays, the first a…
Enough Blue Sky to Make a Dutchman’s Breeches
Tuesday was clear. Tuesday was cloudy. It was dry, it was drizzly. There was a breeze, then still. In short, Tuesday was an autumn day in London. In the morning I took the train down to Richmond and walked the…
Raw Material, Finished Article
BA 84 overnight to Britain. Westminster, Elizabeth Tower (aka Big Ben), the Eye. Kensington Gardens, back yard of Buck House, and a plane from Iran; something you don’t see everyday (or, you know, ever in Canada). The fly…
In the Winter When it Drizzles
We did not have a Cole Porter moment on our last day but it did rain on and off. Pretty good I would say: Two weeks in Europe in mid-November and one wet day and even that was sporadic. So…
Extravagance, Geometry & the “Annees Folles”
A few days ago we posted a picture of a stork laying eggs (a stuffed stork, laying fake eggs). We weren’t sure what that was all about so Nina took us back, to Deyrolle, to show us that in fact…
The Wasted Years So Close Behind
Sunday morning brought the dawn in. We met up with Michelle at breakfast, but she then took off for the Eurostar (with cheese and terrine in tow). We headed into the 5th, first up Rue Mouffetard (referenced in Trois Couleurs:…
Paris in the Meantime
Seville is lousy with orange trees. Every “calle” and every courtyard and every plaza. Could there be a lime tree? Oh no, just a bunch of lemons masquerading as oranges. They are coming into fruit just about now. While notoriously…