Thursday. Arrival, into airport Charles de Gaulle. I’ve never warmed to the older Terminal 1. It’s a silly donut of a building, Wastes your time. Terminal two is even more enormous, and thus equally alienating, with the important caveat that’s far, far more beautiful. Later that evening, meet an old friend for supper. A long-time… Read More Parks, potatoes, pullovers & the Promenade Plantée, pictures from Paris (days 1-3)
Had to show you this. It’s what is known as a diorama of course, showing the vast sweep of the Grand Canyon. I spotted it recently in the Deutsches Museum in Munich, Germany, (where they really go in for large, highly detailed model-making in a big way. You’ll see that the clever artists who made… Read More Panoramas; Dioramas and Tableau. Munich to Moscow, Dublin to the USA.
I’ve not to date participated in that Word Press institution known as “the Daily Prompt”. You know the one, it’s for those who like to blog everyday, but occasionally find themselves, temporarily, stuck for inspiration. “The Prompt” is a suggested topic, serving as a nudge to get them writing. I’ve nothing against it; indeed it’s… Read More These were a few of my favourite things.
I was about to abandon the little memoir of my recent Paris jaunt, and blog instead about other things. Time- after all- marches on. Tempus fugit and all that. But then I looked at some photos saved on the computer, of statues, saints and angels, one of Mary Magdalene even. Inevitably, thoughts turned to Paris… Read More Another day in Paris-dise (or Hell for the unlucky)
Since Christmas is a time for families, and since my sister and my niece were not with us this year, my mother and I made a slightly late-in-the day, slightly haphazard and snap decision to go to Paris for 5 days, setting off the morning after Stephen’s Day. I am not going to pretend it… Read More We’ll always have Paris.
a- Getting there. Dave, alas, has departed back home, to England, and work. Our crew is a man down. But we few remaining sailors, just three now, must press on, to our next destination. That destination, our new target, is Audierne. A new chapter awaits. We sail out fairly early to catch the tide, passing… Read More Sailing Brittany part VII- Cameret to Audierne.
The Channel crossing over, sailing from Plymouth, a naval town in SW England over to Brittany, was long, cold, and grim, shrouded in fog and darkness. Most of our time through the night is spent scanning the radar, anxious to avoid a collision with one of the many massive tankers cruising through the dark. Even… Read More France at last, Dublin to Concarneau, part iv, L’Aberwrach.
Part ii- Dublin to Concarneau and Carnac; a sailing voyage on the coasts of Brittany. Getting there: (Part Two) Day zero + 1. North Wales to Plymouth. We leave mid-morning to catch the train, first leg Bangor to Birmingham. Despite the continuing grey weather, the first part of this journey is quite nice, with the… Read More Part ii- Dublin to Concarneau and Carnac; a sailing voyage on the coasts of Brittany.
I’ve been invited to join two old friends and another chap, crewing a 36-foot sailboat, from Plymouth, across the English channel to France, then down the coast of Brittany. We will be on board for about 8 days. Travel plans? I can fly back direct from Brittany to Dublin. Connections are pretty good. Getting to… Read More From Dublin to Concarneau & Carnac; a sailing voyage on the coasts of Brittany.
I’ve been in Buenos Aires a few weeks already but at last realization has dawned. I must, simply must learn the tango. It seems inevitable, after my first Sunday evening, witnessing the couples at the Glorietta de Belgrano. Better late than never, I now launch myself into the world of Tango. Oaky, perhaps “Launch” is too strong a word.… Read More Enter the Tango.