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Oh, no

Not again. Liberal Party* Just stop, please, before you make even greater fools (if possible) of yourselves.

*liberal in name only. Seriously, they should be reported for advertising under false pretences....

Comfort listening.

We all know about comfort food, and some of us have comfort reads, but do any of you have comfort listening? You know, the music that you listen to when you need comfort, when all about is black and dark. It may be the stuff that confirms how sad and evil the world is, or it may be the stuff that lifts you our of the gloom and makes you feel "With all its shams, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world".

I'm currently listening to one of my favourite comfort pieces: Ralph Vaughan Williams' "The Lark Ascending" and if that doesn't work, the neighbours may be a loud,full performance of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony. I haven't played it on the new stereo yet. Time to see how it goes. Followed, possibly, by the Waifs and "Lighthouse"

Here, watch this. Have some cheer.

What's your comfort music?


Paris/Nantes -day six 16 September 2012


Finally, it had to happen. It was time to farewell Paris and head off on the next stage of our adventure.

So after farewelling our landlady* , our favourite breakfast cafe and St Germain, we headed for Montparnesse station via the Metro. Between us and our train are stairs, lots and lots of stairs. It must really suck to be in a wheelchair in this town.

After giving ourselves new abdominal hernias hauling Big Red and Big Purple up and down stairs, we make it plenty of time to find our seats and enjoy the ride.

TGVs are very fast, smooth, and actually quiet. That surprised me. Also the online food was good. We need these trains in Australia.

Having found our hotel by the magical means known as the local taxi service, we parked our stuff and went for a wander, found dinner, recommenced wandering, and promptly got lost.

Nantes is a medieval town** and the inhabitants so liked it that why they re-built it the same fashion after the bombing of WW2 ***. If you don't the place then it's easy to go right instead of left (or vice versa), and forget where your hotel is. But we made it bak unscathed.

Tomorrow, I fly with a giant heron, we ride a giant mechanical elephant and we go in search of Jules Verne

*our landlady was running late, due to the fact she'd been up all night correcting proofs. Turns out se's a novelist and a painter. She alo is one to be fussed wit formalities. She told us that when we want to come back, just emil her directly. She also gave us the bond back in ash, which made things a lot easier.

**yes, all the towns in this region are medieval (if not Roman). Be nice, I'm Australian - I'm not used to buildings older than 250 years old

***I got this info from a notice in the main square, so it must be true.

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Paris - day four- 14 September 2012


Today is the day we most wanted to spend in Paris - our tenth wedding anniversary.

Naturally, that means we go and visit the Catacombs. In the midst of Death, etc....

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Paris day three - 13 September 2012


Wherein our intrepid adventures set forth into the vast spaces of the Louvre, hunting an elusive painting and discovering divers strange wonders.

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Paris Day day two- 12 September 2013


Today we visited a house built for abbots, patted Montaigne's foot, hobnobbed with unicorns, saw a Golden Rose, visited a mysterious lady and the animals that attended her, touched a Roman ruin, lit a candle in the oldest church in Paris , drank hot chocolate with long dead surrealists (also Ernest Hemingway), visited Broadway circa 1957 (hello Tony Curtis!) and fell into bed, tired and happy.

In other words:
We went to the Musee de Cluny and saw the wonderful Lady and the unicorn tapestries ( the lion should sue for equal billing), saw the last Golden Rose in existence (it was a high Papal honour, but the one in the Musse de Cluny is the only one to survive). We saw wonderful things: exquisite carved ivories, the Roman cooling room (I patted the wall), saints (lots and lots of saints), medieval stained glass, until our eyes were sore.

Prior to this however, we wandered around a little park near the Musee and found a statue of Montaigne. We rubbed his foot for luck, which would seem to be a local tradition given how shiny the foot is. See the blog for pictures.

After the Musee, we found lunch. (museums make me hungry). Nice Chinese lunch. Found the church with the marvellous modern glass (Eglise St Severin).Then wandered up the blvd to St Germain des Pres: the oldest church in Paris. Walking over the threshold I noticed that the step was worn down hugely by all the feet that have gone over it, and felt quite dizzy with the sense of time past. Looked at the magnificent stained glass windows and went to Des Deux Magots for the best hot chocolate I have ever tasted (served in a silver jug!) in honour of Andre Breton and the other surrealists. I'm pretty certain Ernest Hemingway Mentioned this cafe in A Movable Feast.

Then a rest ( oh my aching feet) and off to dinner at Brasserie Balzac near Musee de Cluny and a movie. The Sweet Smell of Success was showing ( in English with French Subtitles). This fulfilled Iain's desire to
See a movie and mine to sit down. Great movie. Why have I never seen it before?

Tomorrow: the Louvre!! Also dragon-hunting in Paris and other things

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Quote of the day


Mark Twain knew what real love is.

Love seems the swiftest, but it is the slowest of all growths. No man or woman really knows what perfect love is until they have been married a quarter of a century.
- Mark Twain's Notebook

jack_ryder: let's try for that quarter of a century. I love you;, now and forever.

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Sim, we will be London from 8 October to 17 October. I have stuff to give your from Mary D. I can't find your email address. We fly out for Paris tomorrow, Email me your phone no in UK  at saraswati at optusnet dot com dot au, and I will get itwhen I get near some free wifi.

If anyone else had Sim's email, I would be very appreciative.

Quote of the week


It has been well said that an author who expects results from a first novel is in a position similar to that of a man who drops a rose petal down the Grand Canyon of Arizona and listens for the echo. - P.G. Wodehouse Cocktail Time



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