'un hirondelle ne fait pas le printemps' As the saying goes 'one swallow doesn't make it Spring.' But I think the one I saw really did Last minute plans on Thursday culminated in a long overdue visit to Etretat. ... Read the Post...
for whom the bell dings
Now that spring is (allegedly) on it's way, I've pulled the bike (and my ever expanding butt) out of winter hibernation and found it's had little banlieue rats nibbling away at it while it was stored in the private (apparently) communal courtyard of the apartment block I live in. ... Read the Post...
opinionated
I live tucked away on a quiet little street that's ridiculously close to the dead centre of Lille, but minus any street noise. The name of my street translates to - Green Woods Road. Nice huh? Though a little tame in the overall offerings of Lille street names - compared with say 'Street of the Hunchbacked Cats (I'm serious), Blue Sheep Street (I'm still serious). ... Read the Post...
karma
Bit of a fortune pick and mix assortment of late. For starters, I thought I was strong and worldy enough to deal with an online booking system (trying to book accommodation for a visiting friend) whose call centre appeared to be located somewhere out in Tajikistan and used up all my phone credit trying to sort out the whacky but inevitable fallout (which they obviously refused to sort out anyway but devised to keep me on line as long as possible ... Read the Post...
