Throwback Friday: Raindrops, Paris (Photo-a-Week Challenge)

For only her second post participating in Nadia Merrill’s Photo-a-Week Challenge, she has to go back, waaaaay back, to 30 December 2017. She’d just spent one of the loneliest Christmases ever, in Paris. Lo and behold, when it was time for her to leave, she realized she’d come to feel comfortable in Paris (after spending two weeks holed up in a hotel just a few blocks from the Arc de Triomphe, where a very discreet hotel staff never asked her a single personal question, and only interfered with her routine once, when they insisted she go to the Louvre on Christmas Day — No lines, Madame!)

This week’s Photo-a-Week Challenge is RAINDROPS.

She thinks that’s what’s going on in these pictures. Or mebbe she was just too tired and it was too early in the morning and her hand was shaking. She was in a cab headed to the airport, where she was going to fly, first, to London, and then to the Philippines.

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Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

 

Paris, December 2017

My Love to Paris

CNN Breaking News: People are mourning “the loss of a good part of Notre Dame Cathedral.”

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On This Day, One Year Ago

Self happened to be in the City of Light. This is what she did.

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2018 is SO 1461

  • In Renaissance Florence, a number of designated boxes placed throughout the city allowed citizens to make anonymous denunciations of various moral crimes — in 1461, for example, the artist-monk Filippo Lipi was accused of fathering a child with a nun.

— Claudia Roth Pierpoint, “Angels and Men” in The New Yorker (16 October 2017)

The article is a review of the Walter Isaacson biography of Leonardo da Vinci, called Leonardo da Vinci. One of the biggest surprises in the piece is the discovery that “one of the last remaining complete notebooks, the Codex Leicester,” is in the possession of Microsoft founder Bill Gates. Also: “Leonardo was illegitimate, gay, vegetarian, left-handed, easily distracted . . . ”

Dear blog readers, last year self saw the Mona Lisa. It was May or June. A Spanish woman asked self whether she knew where the famous painting was located. Then she asked a museum guard, and the two of us went looking together. And we found it. And she asked self to take pictures of her standing in front of it. And insisted on taking a few of self.

And here’s a wide-angle shot of the gallery housing the Mona Lisa and then self making a horrible face because, honestly, she dislikes having her picture taken (not when the humidity has done things to her hair) and the crowded gallery full of people aiming their cell phones in one direction was so disorienting.

 

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Sentence of the Day: Manderley Forever, p. 85

The next day, a walk in the Tiergarten pales beside Daphne’s memories of the Bois de Bolougne: the passersby all look so dour and plain, and while the Kaiser’s former palace in Potsdam is undeniably impressive, as is Frederick the Great’s Sanssouci Palace, it still isn’t Paris.

One Summer Evening, on p. 57

No need to mention the book, as anyone who follows this blog well knows: it’s the biography of du Maurier. Self is just crawling along, reading at a snail’s pace.

P. 57, one warm summer evening, “after dinner,” Mlle Yvon, du Maurier’s current crush — true artists do not discriminate, a crush is a crush, whether male or female — takes the students “up the hill” behind the villa, “close to the remains of Mrs. Panckoucke’s Chinese pavilion,” where they sit and “contemplate the view of Paris. The air is deliciously perfumed.”

Read this book if you want to swoon into that kind of summer idyll when you are young and you speak perfect French (while being English) and you’ve got a crush on your teacher (who knows it, of course — what teacher worth her salt wouldn’t know if a student had a crush on her)

Mademoiselle poses a series of questions (which should be used in every Bachelor or Bachelorette or Proposal reality show, they are so much better than the questions on those shows):

  • If you were invisible, what is the first thing you would do?
  • What is the most foolish thing you have ever done?
  • If you were a meal, what would you be, and how should you be eaten?

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Favorite Places

Self started reading a new book this afternoon: Manderley Forever: A Biography of Daphne du Maurier, by Tatiana de Rosnay. It begins with the most fabulous quote.

  • People and things pass away, not places. — Daphne du Maurier

The quote really got her thinking about a few of her favorite places. She decided to share pictures with dear blog readers.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

About the Louvre’s Islamic Art Collection

A few weeks ago, self participated in The Daily Post’s Photo Challenge OUT OF THIS WORLD by posting pictures of the Islamic Art Collection at the Louvre, which she visited in May 2017.

Regular readers of this blog know that museums are self’s jam!

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The Louvre’s Islamic Art Collection, which opened to the public in September 2012. Self visited in May 2017

The Louvre’s Islamic Art Collection is absolutely amazing.

Allan G. Smorra, whose blog self follows at Ohm Sweet Ohm left a comment. She didn’t have an answer for him (he asked who designed the space) and at the time she was too busy to look it up.

Today, freshly returned from AWP Tampa, and enjoying a few days’ rest before her next trip (to Long Beach, for a reading with other Pinay authors on Saturday, 17 March, at Philippine Expressions Bookshop in San Pedro), she decides to see if she can find out more about the Islamic Art Collection at the Louvre and found this link on the Louvre’s Official Home Page.

The space opened to the public in September 2012. The architects were Rudy Ricciotti and Mario Bellini. The videos explaining the choice are in French, so if you don’t speak French (like self), don’t get frustrated, you can see the accompanying text in English.

Browsing the page, self learns that the roof (which is the most amazing thing) “consists of a free-form lattice of steel tubes and glass” beneath “a gilded metal casing.”

Kudos, Messrs. Ricciotti and Bellini. Major kudos.

Stay tuned.

STORY: The Daily Post Photo Challenge, 7 March 2018

“Be a visual storyteller.” — Jen H., The Daily Post

  • Self’s seatmate on the plane from Manila to San Francisco hailed from San Pablo, Laguna. He was bringing back to the States five of a Laguna specialty: coconut pies.

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  • On her most recent trip to Manila, in January, self dropped by the oldest university in the Philippines, the University of Santo Tomas, founded 1611. She dropped by the Creative Writing Department, and the faculty asked her to pose with them for a group shot. YAY!

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  • Christmas 2016 was a devastatingly lonely experience, one self vowed never to repeat. Christmas 2017, self was in Paris. A woman from China agreed to take her picture standing in front of the Arc de Triomphe.

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Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

 

 

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