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 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 →
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 →
Took me a while before I spotted the bag. "Swag" wasn't written on it though. Paris 13th district. 2019
When the wife and the choir went to sing in Gonesse in the North of Paris, a stone's throw from Charles de Gaulle Airport, I wasn't too excited. Yet, I discovered a very old — derelict and in the process of rehabilitation — small village with aircraft flying low above houses (It happened during the Paris... Continue Reading →
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 →