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 →
Tresco is one of the Isles of Scilly and it's stunningly beautiful. One of its landmarks is the Abbey Garden, a subtropical garden with species from all over the world (thanks to the very temperate climate of the island). But this is halloween so I thought I'd show you these other pictures taken from across... Continue Reading →
A visit to Rosa Bonheur's Chateau near Fontainebleau. Bonheur's (literally "happiness") life wasn't quite happy to start with. Later on she became a very famous painter. Mostly in the US and the UK. Her biography was written by Anna Klumpke, her friend and partner. Her workshop. Unfortunately, only — unfinished — painting is on display... Continue Reading →
Symphony in green. Now that Winter is closing in, it's time to raise our glasses to 6 months of exceptionally hot weather as was never witnessed in the past 100 years. Here's to global warming (after all, no one is doing anything about it, so might as well make the most of it).
East of Lorient in Brittany (North of Locmicqelic where the above photo was taken), there is a place in Lanester where fishing boats are rotting in the river Blavet. Derelict piers and layers upon layers of kelp. Old fishing boats. And barges. Some have been here for quite a long time. Probably an old barge... Continue Reading →