A place to live

We also found a place that we could just move in to - if only it had a big kitchen and a garden.
It is in the Village de St Paul on the edge of the Marais

On one of the bridges of Paris

Museums and art

I had hoped to take DM to the Jersey Museum this week - but it is closed until Spring - an unprecedented event in Jersey.
So, it is back to a couple of our favourites in Paris

The dear old Louvre

....and the more edgy Pompidou Centre
A view from the top

An amazing photographic exhibition of holographs at the main photographers gallery in the Marais area, the name of which escapes me for the moment.

 

yet another strange body

I think the "Sisters" would like this

I think it's terrific.      DM - where did you get that model?

An eclectic mix

Coca Cola sign. They don't make them like they used to do they? Such style and so lovely. Not what advertising gives us most of the time these days.

A "must have" Paris bag

DM says this could be a grips truck!  Is Grunt in Paris?

The Sisters Of Perpetual Indulgence - Paris House - and what a delightful friendly bunch they were. They all have aspirations to get to the Gay Mardi Gras in Sydney, of course, and wanted to know how big our house was - shame it is in Hobart and we don't have much of a turnout for that event there.
Methinks they would be formidable house guests.

On a slightly different cultural level  - me on the Champs Elysées at the Fête de Noué

Back to the more unusual. Joel-Peter Witkin at his gruesome best

Some Jersey characters

Ron Meads and Rupert

Cousin "Captain" Ian Bromley and one if his girls

DM in Les Fontaines pub - should have "mind your shoulder" sign for him!

.....some vegetation. A lovely tree in December twilight at the garden shop just up the road from my house.

The most awful vegetable in the world by my reckoning, but it still looks pretty

A few celestial bodies at Christmas time

 

Christmas in Jersey

We came back to Jersey on Christmas Eve and enjoyed a lovely day with Ursula at our house in Anne Port. Didn't do the usual suspect (the turkey), but instead lunch was Kokoda (pronounced Kokonda), a raw fish dish with coconut milk, from Fiji, followed by a Vietnamese salad made with scallops, paired with HUGE garlic prawns. Then mince tarts made with my home made fruit mince that has been macerating over here for over a year. They were served with little chocolate cups filled with home made coffee ice cream - orange and cardamom drizzle poured over the tops.
It made for a very calm day and we drank good French wine, finishing off with a glass of Brown Brothers Orange Muscat and Flora.
Couldn't have been better really.

Then on Boxing day Cousin Ian and his son Toby came to watch the cricket (don't mention THE CRICKET), as we had recorded it and watched it "live" all day.

Breakfast first - lovely Scottish smoked salmon and local free range scrambled eggs with lots of tea and toast

Then we watched the beginning of the debacle that they call the Boxing Day Test. All the jibes that DM has dished out to my British friends over the years have come home to haunt him. We limped through the first full day and, ever hopeful watched the next day as well....and the next and then gave up.
We decided to have a drive around to see what was happening locally. I have to say  - not much, but there were some good photo opportunities.
One of the "girls" in the field at Maufant

The north coast is very wild and woolly

Coy horse in a very expensive winter coat