New York City. Columbus Circle. The time for Christmas shopping arrives.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
"The Kids" and I went out to a Broadway show, "Fela". It's a musical about Fela Anikulapo Kuti (/feˈlæ ænɪkuˈlæpo ˈkutɪ/; 15 October 1938 — 2 August 1997), or simply Fela (/feˈlæ/), a Nigerian musician and composer, pioneer of afrobeat music, human rights activist, and political maverick. You could bring drinks into the theater in "go cups" and the band was on the back of the stage and fabulous. The only musical I've ever seen that encouraged the audience to get up and dance and to sing along.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
16th Floor, Central Park West, the morning view from the room at a friend's where I am staying. The leaves stayed on the trees until I got here. I got to hold the Grand Boy yesterday. Dinner with "the kids" tonight. Happy Autumn in New York.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Houses along the Agout River in Castres (Castras in the Languedocian dialect of Occitan) ~20km from Soreze. Castres grew up around the Benedictine abbey of Saint Benoît, which is believed to have been founded in AD 647, possibly on the site of an old Roman fort (castrum).
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
The view from the living room window, Stacey's new cottage in Wareside, England.
That's a cobb nut tree turning golden, otherwise known as hazelnuts.
We had cobb nuts as a hedge at the house we lived in, Hollins Hall in Flaunden,
while stationed in England when I was 9-12 years-old.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Just so! here I was thinking I might have to force Google translate to give me an equivalent to "the leaves are reddening" and it translated "the leaves are turning red" to what basically means "the leaves are blushing/turning red in the face". Bon, non?
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Went over to Mazamet for Ken McAdams and Maryanne Binghampton's book reading/signing with Derek and Monique yesterday. It was quite the nice event at a B&B au centre ville called La Villa Mazamet. Ken's book is called "Bon Courage" after my house here on rue Ferlus, which he and Bing and a raft of local workers renovated.
Bisous from the cultural capital of southwestern France!
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
These are the flowers that my neighbor Claude gave me for helping out a bit in her potager (kitchen garden, though in Claude's case it is a big yard down the lane just outside the village). Belle, non? I have to try again to get dahlias to grow in my CA garden. They are such beautiful blooms to have at the end of the season when it seems all else has given up. I must have planted them four times already there along the driveway in Healdsburg, and they never come up. As Mauro would say, pequeños animales, meaning the gophers musta' got 'em. But then I'm mixing my cultural metaphors.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
This is 1€ worth of shitake mushrooms from the Revel market. A sweet shy young man works with his mother at the market stall where I buy them and he knows just what I am after when I ask for "un morceau de les petits" (literally: a morsel of the small ones). The long fingers on his right hand picks les petits out of the tray until the palm of his left hand is filled. He puts them in a small paper bag and takes my silver coin.
And this is enough. Enough to make a sauce for pasta -- sautee shitakes in un morceau of good butter with Guérande salt and fresh ground pepper until their juice flows, add ~1 cup of creme fraiche at the end. Enough to give a subtle twist to a spinach and mushroom quiche.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Over in St Félix, as it is known to its familiars, last night for a delicious and entertaining
dinner a' chez Bing & Ken. Speaking mostly in French. Oui, c'est vrai!
This is not their house, but is just down the street on the square.
Monday, October 18, 2010
I took a walk around the center of the old town in Castres at twilight the other evening.
(Hey! This could be another entry in the "moving water" series =o)
This fountain is in the Place de Jean Jaurès. Jaurès (born in Castres in 1859 – assasinated 1914) was a French Socialist leader who's "eloquent speeches made him a force in politics as an intellectual champion of Socialism." Wikipedia
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
A little strange to see the river swollen, brown like its been raining. Supposedly this is good for the salmon. I wonder if the dunes are opening to let this all flow to the ocean? This is from the Summer Bridge this morning.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
The morning glory in the courtyard does not feel the harsh autumn wind.
It's star shines as if indian summer will never disappear.
La gloire du matin dans la cour ne se sent pas le vent d'automne difficiles.
C'est étoiles brille comme si l'été indien ne disparaîtra jamais.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Though most of the sunflowers have been chopped or are brown and bowed down, you sometimes drive past fields that have a random sprinkling of late bloomers. Gabi had Klaus stop by one of those fields where she cut these three to bring home for me from their day trip to Castelnaudary.