Yesterday we decided it was time for a trim. Young Lady just needed to be able to see out of her bangs (fringe, if you’re English and don’t know what bangs are). Ah, that’s it brave girl. That accomplished, we decided to go for the bigger project. There was a bit more trepidation in this subject. Okay, the mohawk was… Read More
I woke up early, around six, but the whole street was already astir. There were old women squatting down to peel bamboo or to wash clothes outside. Neighbors were already calling to each other from their doorstep. There was no privacy; one’s porch was adjacent to another and we lived on top of each other. I left the already packed… Read More
A week and a half ago, we decided to sow some grass. We hired our friend Olivier, who is a pro, and were glad we did because there are all sorts of things about successfully sowing grass that we didn’t know. Like you need to plough the earth, then rake it even, sow seeds very heavily on the borders where… Read More
One of the pleasures of living in France is opening up the windows each night to close the shutters (les volets) tight and protect the house from cold and attack, and then opening the windows back up again in the morning to open the shutters and let in the bright sunlit morning. It’s bracing. It can be minus 20° and… Read More
In America when we hear stories of the War, and by that I mean World War II, we hear stories of our brave young men going off to a strange country to fight against tyranny, or we might hear of Jewish families that escaped from Europe to start their lives in a place where they would not be persecuted. But… Read More
Sir Renaissance and I met in New York City and it was love it first sight. Nah, just kidding. We must have moved there at a very close interval, he from Bristol and I from Paris (ironically). We met at church, which I suppose to be a step up from the pubs where I would meet my other love interests…. Read More
