It seems that engagement on my previous brutalist posts was pretty sluggish. My readers don't seem to be into sharp-angled concrete blocks so I thought this picture taken Boulevard St Jacques in the 14th district would be more appealing to you. As to flower names, apart from tulips, I'm useless. Might as well call them... Continue Reading →
Ivry is a funny place. One minute it's about brutalist architecture. The next you stumble upon a mini rose garden on a piece of wasteland and poetry is overwhelming. A few hundred yards further you feel like you are looking at the leaflet of some modernist architect. And a couple of streets further... Continue Reading →
When my wife told me we were en route to Ivry Sur Seine for a visit of local brutalist architecture, I thought she was raving mad. To me, 1970s was another word for ugly. On rare occasions, the old and the new are next to one another. Most of the time, the entire town centre... Continue Reading →
This is a follow-up blog post to my previous story about the Arcueil allotments. You remember Gisèle's garden. What I liked best is this little basket and its broom. Not sure why you would need this really, but it's quite cute. Yet, the allotments I showed were — just a few monts ago — twice... Continue Reading →
When I saw this remarkable chestnut tree in L'Haÿ les Roses last Sunday, I immediately felt like tree-hugging. Above all, the warmish afternoon caused the rain to evaporate and created that vaporous background. The photo was left as is.
Mignonne alors voir si la rose... is a famous poem by 16th Century poet Ronsard. William Hawley has this translation: Mignonne, come let us see if the rose Which this morning opened Her robe of crimson to the sun, Has not already lost, at evening, The folds of her crimson robe, And her complexion, so... Continue Reading →