My mission for the day was to buy paintings. My first stop was a little shop close to the Notre Dame. After that I walked over the bridge where I saw artists the previous week, but no one was there. I went to Musée d’Orsay where I saw beautiful painting earlier the week, but there was no one as well. Continue reading French Fridays – Buying paintings and a lazy afternoon
Thinking back about my childhood I remember many things.
The first thing I remember of our house is the big, beautiful garden with “secret” passages where we played; and a big variety of trees. There were two apricot trees, one in which the cat got stuck. My mother had to climb up to rescue it and just as my mother got onto the higher branches of the tree to help kitty, kitty jumped off without any trouble.
I remember the sweet smell of blossoms on the peach trees, bees at the vineyard, the big lemon tree, picking pomegranates… We even had a big “money”-tree. The leaves were our currency and for us money really grew on the tree. Continue reading Thinking back… peaceful thoughts