The Sisters and the Porcelain

I've re-visited Hovdala Slott, the place where I shot my "Orangerie" pictures. This time there was a pretty exhibition of ancient china a porcelain.  The sisters Eherenborg painted  the pretty china on the picture with the tiny green glasses, and there was some fine silverware and linnen as well. I only  managed to capture some small part of it to share;

A Damp Walk thru the Garden

As most years around this time I almost despair. It rains, and then there's wind, and then it rains some more. Oddly enogh I forget from one year to the next that this it the way it is. Still, the garden's thriving, even more so as I don't have neither the time nor the inclination to weed my way thru it. It's lush, green and wild, and when I do try to reclaim it for myself I'm met with surprises everywhere.
This morning I decided to record it after some day's of rain. Hopefully next time I write, it will be a completely different set of pictures I'll share. We'll see though...

Yeah I know, some are quite fuzzy, but still...it'll have to do.

The God Effect, and then some...

Time's been on the run, and I've been hot on its heels, never really catching up. Until today, when I have a free and leisurley day at home. The cold finally arrived here in the South, and I felt this might just be the opportunity to post my last ( I think...) pictures from that Parisian Visit. After this, I aim for sun, Spring, heat...
Notre Dame is, as of up until now, my favourite church/cathedral ever, and I rose very early on my last day to visit her in peace and quiet. Away from the hubub of the crowding grey masses... sort of. Ofcourse I didn't have my own camera at this time, but a borrowed one I didn't really know that well. The results were somewhat mixed, and more or less bizarre to say the least;

I had absolutely no idea the pictures would turn out this way, at was bordering between dismayed and amazed.
 I finally chose amazed, and decided it could very well have been an act of God...

The Manger; I can just feel the Divine Wind the Three Wise Men are struggling against...

Oh well, at least I got to see her, La Notre Dame the Paris. You though, will have to imagine her.

L'Heure Bleue, and beyond

Views from my window...

Top picture; The Tour de Montparnasse, with the Jardin de Luxembourg just outside the balcony slightly to the right. Well, the next one doesn't really need any explanation...

Leaning over to the right I could just about catch the quartiers down by the river.

Nightfall, and the tower lights up! To the right, Dôme des Invalides.



The view from my narrow but pretty bed.



Grief carved in stone

Before continuing with my pictures from the Seine-trip, I've decided to share some of all that which I found at the Père Lachaise Cimetière. No, I didn't look for the celebrity-tombs, far from it, where the crowd went, I turned and took another route. I did stumble on the tomb of Frédéric Chopin though, which was very nice since I really love playing his music on the piano, in the summer in Sweden, where I keep it. No more text now, only pictures!

Chopin

Grief can be pretty as well as sad....

Journey's End; Provence

The last leg of our journey took us high up in the Alpilles in Provence. There was a golf-course to inspect and meanwhile I did some discoveries on my own, dog in tow...

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