..the New Year holiday, that is. Iām flashinā back to a time before I could even write, had no clue ever what date it was, or even what a date wasā¦..I knew when summer was here, and I knew when Christmas was coming, and always, sadly, when it was OVER. Saddest time of the year. … Continue reading I Never Liked Itā¦
Author: Hypatia
A Song in the Air
Iām wakey early on this good Christmas morn. I reckon Simon will just be sitting down (or lying downš) to his Christmas feast, halfway around the world, and for some members of our far-flung readership, the day may be over already. I never could grok the international dateline thing. But here in NEPA the eastern … Continue reading A Song in the Air
I’ll Be Seine Ya!
ā¦Soon now, all of you, I hope!ššš Today was our last taste of the vie Parisienne. We started at the MarchĆ© de Noel dāAlsace at Gare de lāEst, then walked all the way down Boulevard Sebastopol to Place St. Michel, and had lunch at Au Bon Couscous, Rue Xavier Privias. Lamb and merguez, and we … Continue reading I’ll Be Seine Ya!
Mis En Seine
My kind husband woke me at 7 this morning āwith coffee!āso I could see our departure from Rouen. It was pitch dark then; now Iām sitting by our picture window at the stern, watching the heavily wooded banks of the Seine, their white limestone cliffs, slide by as we head for Les Andelys.(The limestone is … Continue reading Mis En Seine
Caux Conspirators
Caux (kÅ, as you know) is what this region of Normandy is called. Weāre in a town called Caudebec, only has about 2500 people, but lots of festively decorated shops and a splendid Gothic church , which miraculously was spared the German bombsāeven its oldest stained glass, which fortunately had been shipped off to Provence … Continue reading Caux Conspirators
Love of Monet
Thick fog on the Seine last night: twice when I woke it was like being in a plane, I couldnāt see anything outside our windows. When we woke up we were docked at Vernon. This town is across the river from Giverny. Monet couldnāt afford the rent in Vernon so he stayed over there. Look … Continue reading Love of Monet
French Letter
We arrived yesterday and all we managed to do was stroll up to the Eiffel Tower. We were docked very close to it. You now have to go thru, like, airport security before you can enter the immediate environs, although itās difficult to imagine what you could bring in on your person that could damage the … Continue reading French Letter
My Fave Advent Poem
āSoftnesse, and peace, and joy, and love, and blisse, Exalted manna, gladnesse of the best, Heaven in ordinarie, man well-drest, The Milkie Way, the bird of Paradise, Church bells among the stars heard, the soulās bloud, The land of spices; something understood.ā These lines, dorm George Herbertās poem Prayer, are of course not about Advent, … Continue reading My Fave Advent Poem
..But Whereunto Shall I liken this Politician?
It had occurred to me, long before Dennis Prager took up the cudgel, that nearly all the Old Testament heroes, those Titans, areā oh what theā¦uh, heck, I havenāt got all day: what good Christians would call sinners, or more charitably, imperfect vessels. Jacob the trickster., David an adulterer and a murderer. . Gideon who … Continue reading ..But Whereunto Shall I liken this Politician?
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