Welcoming March

If one needs something to glance through for the month of March.....
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New Website

Sam does good work...

After a worthwhile wait, my website is officially up.

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A Past-Due Post

Perhaps I shouldn't neglect this blog completely. I like to think that a passerby, or two, or maybe even three, stops by A Day at the Circus, A Night at the Zoo every now and again.
I hope.
Here's to, once more...
catching up.
And for more regular, dependent postings visit me here.

A Window with a View

The process of settling in....

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Bonne Annee: Starting the New Year Royally

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Crowned King for the Year just for eating a slice of sweets and finding the trinket.

Up, upon the Hill top

After Kelsey and Erik's departure, Taylor and I continued to lengthen our walking paths through this wonderful city of Paris. Our short Winter days have been full. Beginning with calm awakenings to Chopin music, snow flurries falling, and torn off pieces from fresh baguettes with homemade banana jam spread heavily across. Our days are composed of walking, walking, walking with usually a cup of chocolat chaud in between, and ending with aching legs (our fingers are crossed that aching turns into toned legs)and a camera full with photographs. It was from our climb up to the beautiful Sacre-Coeur in Montmartre that I became slightly overwhelmed with what this city has to offer, and alas, with what it also expects. Which is, fluency in French. It has been a week or so, and I would like to believe that my french is improving, yet I still have such a difficulty pronouncing "macaron". It is such a shame, because they happen to be my favorite. I hope whoever you are who reads my thoughts, I invite you to continue. Please become a follower of The Paris Market blog, and keep me company as I try and tackle the overwhelming.

Growing Up Abstract

Growing up in our home were my mother's large canvas paintings. Abstract and non-objective. They were always open to individual interpretation. One of my brothers and I were discussing our mom's paintings at some point recently. We reminded eachother what we used to see in them. I remember being young in California and sharing the same interpretations with my childhood friends. Growing up I had friends who played along, offering up their visions and stories. And then I had a few friends who may have just been a little baffled by those large abstract canvases and the stories I offered to go with them.
With all that said, I am home at my parent's. And these large canvas paintings, abstract and non-objective, welcome me back. And it still feels so comfortable to be at home.

Merry Christmas and...

Joyeux Noel
Feliz Navidad
Fröhliches Weihnachten
Buon Natale
etc., etc.


The Friendly Beasts
Jesus our brother kind and good
Was humbly born in a stable of wood
And the friendly beasts around him stood
Jesus our brother kind and good

I said the donkey shaggy and brown
I carried his mother up hill and down
I carried him safely to Bethlehem town
I said the donkey shaggy and brown

And I said the cow all white and red
I gave him my manger for a bed
I gave him my hay for to pillow his head
I said the cow all white and red

I said the sheep with a curly horn
I have him my wool for his blanket warm
And he wore my coat on that Christmas morn
I said the sheep with a curly horn

I said the dove from the rafters high
Cooed him to sleep that he should not cry
We cooed him to sleep my love and I
I said the dove from the rafters high

And I said the camel all yellow and black
Over the desert upon my back
I brought him a gift in the wise men's pack
I said the camel all yellow and black

Thus every beast remembering it well
In the stable dark was so proud to tell
Of the gifts that they gave Emmanuel
The gifts that they gave Emmanuel

My Afternoon with Maud

This afternoon: boy, did I lounge around. But I also finished making and crafting together all of my give-to Christmas gifts. I have been enjoying Eric Rohmer's series of The Six Moral Tales. One of my favorite's is My Night at Maud's. It is a black&white French New Wave film. Set in Clermont, France with Winter as the backdrop. What seems to be a simple film about a man searching for love, it is French, and as we all know, French films are always more complex than they initially seem to be.




There is something nice with black&white movies. They are simple in themselves.
What are some of your favorite black&white movies, please share.
Now that the sun has set and the temperature outside has dropped. It is due time for me to continue reading Little Women with a cup of hot cocoa by the fire.
I leave with a parting gift of black&white (slightly shook) simplicity.

Fading Faces

Faces fading with all different tones in sephia. Not only are the fashions remarkable; buttoned up lace gathered collars and layers, layers, layers. The character in their faces offer all sorts of imagining stories. It is amazing to think how different their lives were. Even such simple tasks were approached with entirely different mindsets.
What a beautiful image a face can express.
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I must admit that this discovery was not one of my own. Rather, I give my thanks to Paula at the Paris Market. She and her husband, Taras have found the most amazing things for their shop on Broughton street in Savannah, Georgia. I figured since I was leaving the store, I may as well splurge a bit and take a little piece of it with me.