Paris, France. In the olden days, if you were born a king or a queen, you lived a very good life, you died and they gave you a big send-off and a proper burial. And then you rested in peace. In France, that likely took place in the Basilica of Saint Denis. He was aContinue reading “The return of the royals”
Paris, France. It was cold and rainy in Paris today. So, what to do? Let’s take a three-hour walking tour up and down the hills of Montmartre.
Paris, France. Imagine coming out of the Metro station of the turn of the last century, which celebrates Belle Epoque design, and seeing the new world of the modernists emerge in Paris. Now, they seem to coexist, but in the 20’s and 30’s, they were in shocking contrast.
Paris, France. Having previously endured the long lines at the Louvre, the enormous crowds at the Eiffel Tower, and the past glory of Notre Dame, we thought it was time to see what’s new, what’s happening, and what’s hot in the world of retailing. Where better to explore than Paris?
Paris, France. Today was a gorgeous sunny day – hot, yes – but perfect for sightseeing and other tourist activities.
Paris, France. You forget how it feels, how good it smells, how lovely each neighborhood is.
London, England. So said Samuel Johnson, and we have always felt him to be absolutely correct. We could never tire of this city, but we do have to leave it on occasion. Our month here has now ended. It was all too short, but just long enough to make us feel so at home inContinue reading ““When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life…””
Bruton, Somerset. When I say “gardening,” I am referring to my version of same, which means viewing and admiring the work of others who labor in the lovely gardens of England.
Sherborne, Dorset. What could be more exciting on a spring Bank Holiday than a county fair? We were lucky enough to be visiting our friends Sarah and Peter in the lovely village of Trent for several days. And we were extra lucky that our first day took us directly to the Sherborne Fair.
Burwash, East Sussex, England. Of course, as a young reader, I knew of Rudyard Kipling, though I always thought of him as a boys’ writer and never did pay much attention to his works for children. But that didn’t prevent me from being very interested in his home in East Sussex, Bateman’s. We often heardContinue reading “Not just for children”