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Tracing the tracks of Paris chimneys
As we walk past the restaurant Monsieur Lapin on the rue Raymond Losserand in the 14th, my eyes are drawn upwards to a ladder of iron steps embedded in the wall. We are looking at the other half of a … Continue reading
One thing leads to another
We both like to listen to Web radio while we work. We were particularly pleased to discover that Radio Classique, which we listen to in Paris (at call number 101.1) is available on the Internet. (Go to the site, click … Continue reading
Seduced by the chimneypots of Paris
Many a seduction starts by looking through a window. The allure of chimneypots started to seduce me as I gazed through the generous windows of a rented flat on rue Charlemagne in the Marais. Okay, I liked les mitres de … Continue reading
Posted in Paris streets
Tagged chimneypots, Dufayel, mitres de cheminée, Montmartre, Paris skyline, Place des Vosges, Printemps, ramonage, ravens, rue Charlemagne
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Beauty and the bridge
I love bridges and cannot imagine Paris without them. In Paris I gaze at them, linger on them, and take photographs. At home I remember them fondly. But of them all is there one that I love the most? Oh … Continue reading
Unreliable memories
Memory is a slippery thing. It depends a lot upon what you notice at the time. (Norman: I wonder who owns that yellow Lamborghini parked down the street. Me: There’s a Lamborghini parked on our street?) It also depends upon … Continue reading
Tall tales and some Paris-Marseille rivalry
Tall tales abound in every culture. When Philippa and I set out to explore our new neighbourhood in May, we never suspected that we would learn more about tall tales in France. On the nearby Rond-Point des Champs Elysées, a … Continue reading
Posted in Paris history, Paris popular culture, Paris postcards
Tagged Alain Weill, Art Gallery of Ontario, Artcurial, bridges, First World War, Marseille, Paris postcards, Photocollages, Photomontages, Photomontages Improbables, Sardine, Stamp and card market, tall tales, transporteur, William Notman
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The collectors
Before our last trip to Paris, a friend and fellow Francophile lent me a book to read on the plane: The Hare with the Amber Eyes by Edmund de Waal. I highly recommend this absorbing family saga, imaginatively told through … Continue reading
French advertising postcards (I’ll drink to that)
With our flat only steps away from the Garden of the Champs Elysées near Avenue Gabriel, it was inevitable that we would meet. How could I resist colour so wonderfully lurid in a science-fiction/absinthe sort of way? My eyes didn’t … Continue reading
Guessing games
A little shop that we often visit is Tumbleweed on the rue de Turenne. As its name suggests, the owner is American, and the tiny boutique features everything from puzzles to children’s shoes to wonderful bags printed with images of … Continue reading
