I guess this was bound to happen
by Faith
Frankenfood comes to France.
Category: Life in France
Increasing addiction
by Faith
The travel sketchbook, or carnet de voyage, is HUGE in France. There are festivals devoted to them in lots of places. Artists come from all over Europe to show off their work. I’ve now been to two, and am booked for a third. It’s so inspiring to wander around, seeing hundreds of different kinds of …
After the Beast from the East arrived
by Faith
Last week’s snowfall was impressive and beautiful, despite the near-impossibility of travel for a day.
When you just need more color
by Faith
I braced myself for a visit to Sennelier on a recent trip to Paris and bought myself a 48-pan watercolor palette. It was a bit of a production, as it involved ordering the plastic half-pans (mark this down, Francophiles, they are called “demi-godets”–you will thank me for this later) separately, also from Sennelier, but not …
What else can you do on a 4 1/2 hour commute?
by Faith
Listened to podcasts until I felt sick. And snapped this photo.
Where I live
by Faith
On a clear day, or clear-ish, the vista is simply magnificent.
Getting out from under the news
No words left, no more outrage for the state of the world right now. I think I may just have to resort to asking the Lord to come back and get it all over with it. This morning, I was trying out a wonderful new café in Ferney-Voltaire, Augustine et Balthazar, where I went with my …
Recapturing my creative self
by Faith
The last couple of weeks have been a long, hard slog. Work took me to Berlin and to Paris, both, of course, glorious locations, though I mainly saw the interiors of our meetings and hotel rooms. Arrived home Wednesday, limp from fatigue. Soon the workplace was consumed by a self-inflicted wound, which, at this writing, …
Late summer
by Faith
On a summer evening some years ago, two of the South’s most celebrated writers, William Faulkner and Katherine Anne Porter, were dining together at a plush restaurant in Paris. Everything had been laid out to perfection; a splendid meal had been consumed, a bottle of fine burgundy emptied, and thimble-sized glasses of an expensive liqueur …
French style and elegance
by Faith
Perhaps it’s the charming backwater where I live, but I have noticed that, for all their vaunted style and elegance, the French do some extremely odd things. As in today’s photo, which is “something new.” I’ll say. And no, I have no idea. None. Another something new was the unexpected ice on my windshield (and …