Food, Glorious Food.

One of the things we all love when on holiday is a good old nose around the shops, and of course France is right up there when it comes to anything to do with food. Here the word “Artisan” or craftsman is synonymous with food purveyors, and visits to emporiums like these pictured below, rarely…

Waiting For The Rain To End

The early days of February are the longest. March is a few short weeks away, yet the weather is still unkind, and we tire of being indoors after the dark months of winter. We all long to be outdoors, and enjoying the wonderful café culture France has to offer. This is one of my favourite…

Finding My Writer’s Muse.

We had an “at home” day yesterday. I had some hideous home furnishings project I had to finish, and Nick had some work to do “on the computer”. Ever the dutiful wife I politely asked him what he was doing, and ever the impolite husband he retorted. “You wouldn’t understand” He was bang on the…

Why I love France: They Say It With Food.

I am in the midst of my Sunday morning trawl through the blogsphere, and I have just read Jaqueline’s Brown’s delightful French Village Diaries. As a fellow foodie, Jacqui has posted up a lovely piece on Chandeleur – or French Pancake Day. For those that know me, I hate Winter, and refer to it sullenly…

Notes From Far Away: Two Armies.

Feeling relieved that unlike Humpty Dumpty, I had indeed avoided a great fall off the Great Wall, I woke up the following day a little saddened that this was to be our last day in Beijing. We were to return on the 4pm train, and once back in Xi’an , there would be just two…

Notes From Far Away: Hitting The Wall.

It seemed strange that after a pleasant few hours at an arts colony, browsing the exhibits, we were now heading to one of the key World Heritage Sites – the Great Wall of China. We left the city, and were soon surrounded by flat open country, with withering vegetation left over from the harvest. The…