Farnarkling around Falkenberg! August 11-14

This was just the antidote to our big city blues- we’re over museums, galleries and churches! Give us some open country and a couple of bikes. Fbg is a little like Torquay mixed with Castlemaine- just what the doctor ordered, and thanks Paul and kikki, mats and marita for organising it all.




Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Paris, Day 1

Image
Day 1: Gay Paris, here we are! The rigors of the 24 hour travel-fest are long forgotten. Suffice to say that the sooner somebody invents a faster way to get around the planet the better! Rhonda just laps it up. Look at her excited expression, and this is still at Tullamarine... She had just made a rather canny purchase, though- another bargain for the trip! Paris is an amazing city, full of the most stylish women, usually with a dog at heel, or in their arms. Seriously, I kid you not, there was a woman on the plane from Hong Kong to Paris with a small black dog in a bag at her feet for the whole 12 and a half hours- I presume she had drugged it, as there was not a sound until we were not far from Paris and the chlomicalm started to wear off! This is a picture of the only hound in Paris worthy of the name- reminded us a bit of Jazz the wonderdog, Mace! Our room at Le Hotel des Grandes Ecoles is wonderful- right in the heart of the Latin Quarter with cafes, patisseries, pubs, gelati bars...
Read more

Paris, Day 2

Image
Paris, city of contrasts! A lovely day today; warm, humid with a refreshing downpour in the afternoon. This piece from the Arc de Triomphe sums it up beautifully- grand ideas, exquisite detail, yet still with a cheeky oohh-la-la touch! This was TV in the 1600's: Jesus and the doubting Thomas. Look at the other disciples in the windows- like naughty schoolboys peeking into the girls' changing rooms. This is from a series in the Notre Dame Cathedral. Quasimodo was nowhere to be seen. The various churches, cathedrals and so on are just overwhelming- there is simply too much detail on every possible level. I found myself walking past masterworks from hundreds of years ago, any one of which would stop me in my tracks anywhere else, with barely a glance. Even the frames are works of art! Me and her at the Arc de Triomphe. Sorry about the chin(s)! Apparently Napoleon won some Grand Final way back- they are still celebrating! We were accosted shortly before taking this pic by a Kosovan...
Read more