1930 thermal baths in Aix les Bains. They are no longer used but the building is really beautiful.
In Blois (Loire Valley), if you get there by train, you will most probably cross the tracks thanks to a white metal footbridge (as it's white I named it a 'Fridge Bridge'). The 'Fridge Bridge' was finished in 2014. Its architecture is reminiscent of that which was popular in England in the early 1990s. Not... Continue Reading →
Sweet Freedom The other day, I found a map describing the state the freedom of Information, put together by Reporters Without Borders. I haven't yet been able to suppress the picture from my mind and I thought that my last post for 2018 would have to be dedicated to freedom of information and freedom in... Continue Reading →
Mid October in Le Bourget du Lac, at the beginning of Autumn. Dead leaves always make up for a nice subject and I rarely forget to prepare my camera in Autumn. As in this picture from a few years ago with the golden Ginkgos in Montsouris. Autumn 2015 in Montsouris Towards the end of Autumn... Continue Reading →
The lake at Le Bourget it's almost impossible not to think of Lamartine. [...] Pause in your trek O Time! Pause in your flight, Favorable hours, and stay! Let us enjoy the transient delight That fills our fairest day. [...] Alphonse de Lamartine, The Lake Translated by A.Z. Foreman
This weird-shaped mountain around Aix les Bains is named Cat's Tooth for (almost) obvious reasons. Here's my friend Yves looking towards the mountain as if from behind bars. In actual fact, from a Birdwatchers' hideaway.
St Martin's Day Mark was built in 1683 as an aid to navigation but as it was painted white, ships tended to run aground even faster. They aimed for the mark thinking it was a lighthouse and sank amidst the dangerous offshore reef. Ouch! The Day Mark was built as an aid to navigation in... Continue Reading →
Tresco is probably my favourite island amongst the Isles of Scilly. Especially on a beautiful day like this one. A combination of country and maritime landscapes. Above the country. And the seashore with Cromwell's castle.
And being a cyclist too. I'm reacting to a comment by my friend Heide in one of my previous posts where she pointed out that she wasn't cut out for cycling in Paris. But cycling in Paris doesn't mean that you have to throw your bike at speeding cars moving in the opposite direction with... Continue Reading →