I spotted these 2 orange deck chairs while climbing — somewhat illegally but don't tell anyone — one of the modern buildings erected at the Cité Universitaire in the past two years. A room with a view.
A late 19th-century wash-house in Honfleur in Normandy. Nice woodwork on the rooftop. Until now, I'd never thought that wash-houses were such an item in France. You can find a list — by no means comprehensive — at Wikimedia.org.
December 2019, scallops season at Honfleur in Normandy with boats from Brittany and Fecamp and other places. And by the way, there really is a scallops season war going on, and possibly with interesting post-Brexit developments.
Typical me, I bought the latest and greatest camera and the shot I prefer is blurry, to say the least. Well, it was meant to be that way. Deauville, December 2019
A villa in Paris (not in the rest of the country, mind you) is not "a large and luxurious country house in its own grounds". It's something I learnt when I settled down here. Instead, it's a small, and sometimes not so small, street or private cul-de-sac, with dwellings on the sides. Usually, one finds... Continue Reading →
Bicycle race isn't probably Queen's best song, but as I was a young man when I bought that record I still remember it. Besides, I do ride my Brommie a lot. Somebody suggested I took pictures of it on my way to work, so I tried my brand new Nikon Z7 and tested it to... Continue Reading →
We had to endure a lot of pressure in 2019 but 2020 is here. Ready? Get set? Go! It's a green light for 2020. Happy New year.
It's this time of year again. The first Nowell the angel did say Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay; In fields where they lay, keeping their sheep, On a cold winter's night that was so deep. Refrain Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,Born is the King of Israel. Merry Christmas to you and... Continue Reading →