curi·ous {Old French curios} Drawn to investigate, prick up the ears, ponder for the sake of pondering. Enticed by mysteriously labeled bottles.
vo·luptu·ary {Late Latin volupturius} A lass devoted to the pursuit of pleasure. An unabashed epicurean, hedonist, libertine, sensualist, lotus-eater.
The theme for the day was artful display. Continued research for a new and percolating project, at the Bibliothèque Charcot and various historical spots of relevance. A lot of map reading and walking, but nothing like tomorrow’s too-ing and fro-ing, so Bonne nuit!
Another editing day, so more homestead images. Besides the afore mentioned bakery smells and plate crashing, one often experiences piano scales in this stairway. Seems à propos. When opening the door (mine seen here), it is into pitch blackness, day or night. Quite eerie groping around for the lightswitch. Here also is the view from [...]
Another big editing day, thus just a picture from the living room window of the rainy, lovely, very busy corner. The bakery, still open, fills this room with baguette vapors every morning. Perfect for combating the screaming and plate smashing in the spookily dark, gorgeously spiral staircased passageway at 6am. C’est la passion Française! Well, [...]
A splendid day editing. The clouds have finally parted (she wrote with unedited zeal)!
We hiked ten miles today along the Havel river, from Charlottenburg to visit our friend Jochen at the American Academy in Wannsee. My first visit to the Grunewald (Green Wood).
It was a good walk, traipsing through the underbrush of my honey’s childhood, gathering acorns and pondering the invitation to fall into “play” that a natural [...]
The past is never dead. It’s not even past. ~William Faulkner, 1951, Requiem for a Nun.
I woke to the sound of techno and clanging steel. Turns out once a year my street, Fuggerstrasse, hosts the eu’s largest bondage/fetish extravaganza, Folsom Europe!, which delights me to no end because:
a. that would be inescapable Folsom Street, [...]
Within a modest house, hung from a stately tree, upon which the leaves had just begun their autumnal turning, toiled a diligent and hopeful ecrivantrist, some say is called Lucy Luddite.
All day and all night she snipped and shredded her mountains of oddly-sized European note paper, chopping 22,000 words which fluttered down upon the heads [...]
I’m guided by a signal in the heavens/I’m guided by those birthmarks on my skin/
I’m guided by the beauty of our weapons/First we take Manhattan then we take Berlin.
~ Leonard Cohen
cafe honoring Austrian playwright Joseph Roth, who lived next door. (click to expand)
Its utterly sock-knocking to be back in a proper international landscape after so [...]
The kids packed the rental car with a year and a half of life à la ChittyChittyBangBang, and headed off to Berlin, by way of Toscana. Joyful, sorrowful, thrilled, about to be older, not likely much wiser. Here is some footage from last weekends visit with Manfred, Peggy and Stefan, hiking the Creux du Van.
(Ta [...]
On Saturday we took an adventure by train to Aarberger, to the annual brocante (flea market). This is part of my Explore Your Own Country initiative, prompted by a general lack of traveling elsewhere. Next up is a journey to hike the Creux du Van.
Most of the pictures below are from the train or [...]