Oeuf mollet aux truffes
I said to myself that I was not going to write about food in these notes, but something I had last night has forced me to break my decision. There … Continue reading
Porte d’Auteuil & Porte d’Ivry
We are running out of Portes on the north and east sides of the city and there are loads to walk on the west and from the south. The jumping … Continue reading
Porte de Charenton
The walk from the Porte de Charenton has the unique distinction of being along the same named road from the edge of the city to the centre. I have always … Continue reading
Starting from Home
It is one of the delights of living where we do that you can just slip out for ten minutes to see something, pick up something, and return to the … Continue reading
20 cents
Who but the Italians on their twenty cent coins would put anything as interesting and totally celebratory as Boccioni’s Unique Forms of Continuity in Space, from 1913 ? The rest … Continue reading
Porte de Vincennes
It’s been a busy week, and we’ve not really fitted in many Portes . We did start at the beginning of it from Vincennes, which turned out a Boulevard walk, … Continue reading
Plant pots
I walked past a bunch of junk which had been piled up on the pavement. There were broken chairs, an old mattress, parts of tables and some overflowing boxes. An … Continue reading
Daguerre Again
The photograph of this shop was taken when we walked down the rue Daguerre. After re-visiting the Varda film, and seeing a few accordion players making appearances, I realize that … Continue reading
Dakatine
I am always happiest when I have peanut butter at home. This pale blue tin has been a sign of France for me for a long time. It is not … Continue reading
Climbing through a hole in a postcard
Just to prove it can be done, Skye, the daughter of our friends Maddy and Matt cut up the postcard along the prescribed lines, and climbed through. I had put … Continue reading
notes from an urban hibernation 