Shakespeare has been quietly walking beside me for a while. Granted, most of the time as a barely shimmering spectre of himself, yet always happily greeted whenever he chose to step from the shadows. It all started in high school when we were introduced to him and his poetry. A few years later, my aunt Zéna […]Read more "Two Elizabethan Theatres"
How to take the high-speed Eurostar train through the Chunnel to reduce traveling time between Paris & London to 2 hrs 17 min!Read more "A Eurostar trip or Taking the Train to London"
Yesterday I had a rendez-vous at the German Generalkonsulat which is located across town from us in the 16th arrondissement. Two metro rides and a short hike later we were thoroughly security-checked and relieved of our cell phones, before sitting down to conduct business through a plate glass window. Everything was very well organized – […]Read more "A Bamboo Cloud in Paris"
Selecting from pictures taken on our walks together during the past week, I composed this Parisian vignette as a kaleidoscopic birthday card for my travel companion and partner in life. Happy birthday, my Lion! Sorry, I couldn’t resist!! Below is the more macho version 🙂Read more "A Parisian Kaleidoscope"
Stepping from the cool darkness of the Conciergerie into the blinding sunshine of a Parisian sidewalk is not only a stark contrast in photon intensity but also in the ways contemporary life interfaces with ancient artifacts, often forming humorous tableaux. After our visit to dimly lit Medieval spaces, we had only one mandate for the rest of the afternoon. Stay […]Read more "A Parisan Summer Day continued"
Le Tricolore brille ! When Les Bleus, the French national team, qualified for the UEFA Championship match [by beating the reigning world champion La Mannschaft, mind you] their fan’s joyful celebrations reverberated through the night. Thus we were a little bleary-eyed when we took the metro to the Île de la Cité the next morning. Our […]Read more "A Parisian Summer Day"
Silken wallpaper, golden trim, and lavish embroidery would have well suited our Egyptian queen. Instead, she’s stuck in a gallery with stuffy old philosophers and tyrannical emperors. All of them are at home in the Munich Residenz, the main palace of the House of Wittelsbach. Owing to never-ending repair and restoration work, the approach to the […]Read more "Cleo in Munich"