Sunday, June 30, 2013


may peace prevail on earth and in me.

Saturday, June 29, 2013

happy pride...

happy pride weekend ... NYC

Friday, June 28, 2013

one love...

one love

Thursday, June 27, 2013


after 30 years of residence the tenants of one of the top floor apartments moved and for the last few months the apartment has been in the process of being totally gutted. the apartment, which was once one or two chambre de bonne (maid's rooms) probably had numerous occupants before being combined into a single unit. our building was construction in 1901 and i believe the large apartment only existed for the recently departed neighbors.

i have sometimes wondered if odors from the past can linger long after they should have dissipated. i think the answer to that pondering is yes. it seems that 30-103 years worth of smells once trapped behind and in the various layers of paint, wallpaper and walls are being released.

for a few days we were greeted by powerful smells previously not present in the halls such as the spray and urine of numerous male cats, odd cooking odors and other stench not easily identifiable. the workers must have now reached the stone walls because tangy, sharp traces of mildew and the musk of old, damp stones hang in the air.

we're sorely tempted to walk up the three flights to catch a glimpse of the work in progress. the jack hammer, buckets of debris lowered from the window to the ground, the constant pounding has peaked our interest. we would like to see the shell of a paris apartment. for some reason a cave keeps coming to mind.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013


hotel de ville is hosting a powerful and deeply moving exhibition about nelson mandela... from prisoner to president.
may his missions be accomplished

Tuesday, June 25, 2013


may peace prevail on earth

Monday, June 24, 2013


in madagascar fandriampahalamana is the malagasy word peace.
may peace prevail on earth

Sunday, June 23, 2013


bagels seem to be the latest craze to hit paris. suddenly they are everywhere, piled high in this or that shop window. new york style deli sandwich places have popped up in nearly all arrondissements. we have yet to try one. but soon...

Saturday, June 22, 2013


yesterday was the summer solstice which was also la fete de la musique. throughout paris, in train stations, on street corners and in parks, music was being played. last night we passed this group strumming and singing to a few appreciative listeners.

Friday, June 21, 2013


end of the bouquet.

Thursday, June 20, 2013


these days each time my laptop successfully boots up i give a small prayer of thanks to the computer deity. in its day the machine was considered top of the line but now due to age, faster processors and other innovations it is called a legacy or classic model, i.e. shop talk for dinosaur. i know the number of start up times is limited, just hope the end will be later rather than sooner.

i do not fear computers. i fear the lack of them. isaac asimov

Wednesday, June 19, 2013


these flowers are the remnants of a bouquet we received last week. things are not always what they seem. discovered that these blossoms which resemble roses without thorns aren't roses at all but are call lisianthus.

every flower is a soul blossoming in nature. gerard de nerval

Tuesday, June 18, 2013


this morning happened to notice the light coming through the window of the kitchen door and i opened to this sight. have to laugh because i seem to have my iphone, i.e. camera with me at all times, even beside the bed at night. it was only a matters of steps to retrieve it and snap the sunrise.

the lamp attachment i used with my kindle died and i have yet to replace it, so reading in bed is out of the question. sometimes if i don't feel sleep's approach, i app a photo or play a word game on my iphone. i've been known to fall asleep mid-word or stoke and have awaken to the application icons wiggling on the phone screen. the wiggling indicates the screen has been touched in such a way as to command app deletion! i suppose, in the scale of things apping photographs or playing word games isn't as bad as waking to check email, text messages or social media sites. regardless... happy to see the dawn and the chance for another productive day.
may peace prevail on earth and in me

Monday, June 17, 2013


may peace prevail on earth

Sunday, June 16, 2013


there was an air traffic controllers strike last week. a look at this morning's sky assures one the strike is over.

Saturday, June 15, 2013


may peace prevail on earth

Friday, June 14, 2013


m is for metro. this is an ode to ratp which oversees the paris public transportation. i truly appreciate and like using the paris transportation system. it is quick, for the most part, convenient and usually runs frequently. i especially like running to breathlessly catch the last train.

Thursday, June 13, 2013


the other evening friends came for dinner and one brought a lovely bouquet of flowers, of which i am will probably take endless photos. we prepared tasty margaritas using a new tequila and a tex-mex meal. we are constantly reminded the ingredients might appear similar here as in the u.s. but they are not! we're not trying to replicate the states but gosh where do you find a decent corn tortilla?! the commercial old el paso brand was readily available but their wheat tortillas were horrible.

years ago french friends visited us in long island and we prepared a summer meal for them. they said the french didn't eat corn on the cob because it was considered animal feed. we grilled fresh, sweet, summer corn for the meal. they ate it all!!

today in some circles the latest food fad seems to be corn on the cob! in certain parisian quartiers you can see enterprising men and women grilling corn over burning coals in metal cans sitting in shopping carts and selling it to passersby. i've never bought corn from these street vendors as i'm a little squeamish but i've noticed lots of discarded cobs littering the streets.

back to the other night's dinner, bp made a lime marinated fresh corn salad. when we bought it, the packaged corn on the cob looked plump and inviting. we've not found loose corn here. it's seems to only be available already selected and hidden behind plastic wrap. where oh where can one buy an ear of young, fresh, tender corn? it felt like we had deprived some poor animals of their food.

our guests were gracious and attempted to eat the food without complaint so the meal wasn't entirely a failure but we felt pretty embarrassed. however, the laughter and conversation made up for the rather odd textures and tastes of our dinner.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013


may peace prevail on earth

Tuesday, June 11, 2013


in the dutch antilles pas is the papiamentu word for peace.
may peace prevail on earth

Monday, June 10, 2013


happiness is flying in the clouds and having a camera to record the experience.

Sunday, June 9, 2013


yesterday evening's sky.
may peace prevail on earth

Saturday, June 8, 2013


saw this tableau in the flea market this morning. the first thing i noticed was the beer can the doll was cradling. i mentioned the juxtaposition to the vendor who merely laughed and began pointing out the the doll/beer to others. gotta love the french!

Friday, June 7, 2013


today we visited the plant and flower market in cité. 

Thursday, June 6, 2013


in my travels i am constantly on the lookout for reflections, in shop vitrines, the glass buildings the french are fond of, apartment windows, mirrors, street and / or curb puddles...  i spied these buildings peeking up from a car hood.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013


pais is the old french word for peace. 
may peace prevail on earth

Tuesday, June 4, 2013


for bp
time does not pass, it continues. marty rubin 

Monday, June 3, 2013


barcelona seemed to be mojito-ville there were so many places offering them for sale. i taught my new friends how to say the drink's name with gusto. 'mojitooo'. when the meet-up ended and as we one by one said goodbye, the word 'mojitooo' could be heard chasing the departing taxis.

in barcelona i discovered a restaurant that had mojito happy hour. coming from france where receiving one ice cube is considered a magnanimous act, to have a glass full of crushed ice was almost hedonistic. the drinks were excellent. so i sat at the bar quaffing mojitos while reading my kindle. ah, paradise!

thanks to kt, who years ago gave me the word 'mojitooo and the correct intonation.

Sunday, June 2, 2013

street art...

an example of barcelona street art

Saturday, June 1, 2013


reflection at gaudi's güell park in barcelona.