The pool

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

Villa Blanqui

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 →

Noël, Noel, Nowell

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 →

Rue des Artistes

Close to our place, there is a small street curiously perched 15-20 yards above sea level, it's called rue des artistes. Its name is very apt, around there one can find famous post-war painter Nicolas de Stael's house. At the top of the stairs, a house has just been refurbished and painted bright colours with... Continue Reading →

Saint Antoine des Quinze Vingts

A week ago we attended a concert, the wife and I, which took place in the weirdly named Saint Antoine des Quinze Vingts Church (literally, Saint Anthony of the fifteen-twenty). Fifteen twenty what? I wondered. It comes from the number of beds in the nearby eponymous Quinze Vingts hospital (15 times twenty hence 300 beds).... Continue Reading →

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