Sword Beach (Riva Bella). Normandy. April 2014.
Monaco is anything but Zen. In a city where the average car is a McLaren or a Ferrari and in which bad taste and money and the Russian mafia go hand in hand, you’d expect anything but a Japanese garden. Yet, Princess Grace (née Grace Kelly, whom everyone will remember for being James Stewart’s partner... Continue Reading →
At last I can walk about town and I can take pictures too. Yet, on that beautiful Spring day (temperatures around 25 celcius in Paris today), my crutch was never very far away from me. March 9, 2014.
Enesco’s French style mansion in Bucharest is one of the many beauties of that amazing city; far from the cliché of Nicolae Ceaușescu’s nightmarish palace, which can supposedly be spotted by astronauts from the moon. The palace is in a bit of a state though, surrounded by parked cars in various degrees of conservation. Yet,... Continue Reading →
On our way to the Pantheon, a 15 minutes' walk from where we live, we stopped by this Iranian crafts shop we know well for buying a superb Sirjan kilim carpet a few years ago. There we were greeted very kindly by Maestro Laurent Galili, as stated on his website, "a leading virtuoso on the... Continue Reading →