Saturday, March 24, 2012
My dad, Sidney, did not gamble. Nor did he drink (much) or live a reckless life. Heck. He married a French woman with 2 small kids (and adopted them) while having a complicated family life of his own involving 2 daughters. He did, however, have a weakness for airplanes, cars and boats - which in a round about way brings us to Excideuil and the medieval Knights Templar Commanderie he fell in love with and subsequently bought in 1998.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Sunday in Paris is sacrosanct, first and foremost comes sleeping (In my building for instance, you won't hear a sound in the courtyard until well past 10am). Years ago my aunt, uncle and cousins lived in this same building where we now live; Sundays held the promise of a wonderful if VERY long lunch, extended playtime with my cousins, lots of laughter and best of all, a late supper of beer batter waffles served up with a dozen or more preserves my Tante Helene had put up in the summer.
Friday, March 9, 2012
When I was a little girl, my maman and uncle Jacques loved to visit the outskirts Paris to 'chiné **; I didn't get it. But now, there is nothing like a day spent at 'Les Puces' (which all Parisian's know means Saint Ouen / Clignancourt). No other flea market in the world compares, which apparently is not a secret since more than 11 million people visit Clignancourt annually. When friends Mo and Jean Charles asked if I wanted to join them on a light fixture hunt, there was no saying 'non'.