Saturday dawned pretty in pink, accentuated by a solitary cormorant passing overhead. As the rising sun backlit the trees and rooftops across the river Charente with ever increasing brightness, mist gathered gently to envelop the landscape in milky fuzziness. Inside, morning light filtered through sheer curtains creating mottled patterns across walls and objects. A few […]Read more "Sculling and Rowing with a little buildering thrown in"
A beautiful afternoon, overflowing with autumnal sunshine and culminating in a mild evening with a 97% full moon, gave way to a cloudy sky on Monday. Monday’s 99% full moon should have progressed to a smashingly stunning proper Full Moon on Tuesday night, but the weather gods decided to give us rain instead. Or, as my British […]Read more "Moon over the Arch"
“When they begin the beguine, to live it again is past all endeavor” The confusing lyrics of this 1935 Cole Porter piece describe quite nicely our amazing two weeks in the City of Chicago, where it didn’t begin for us, but which we somehow regard as our Beguinage, the center of our personal universe. The […]Read more "Begin the Beguine"
Saturday evening we dined al fresco on the veranda, watching life play out in front of us on Quai de la République, the river Charente and Place Bassompierre on the opposite bank. It wasn’t the brightest of summer evenings, but still comfortable and very pleasant in an overcasty way. That was no longer the case […]Read more "Ode to the Indefatigable Tourist"