In the shadow of Renoir
The trees have learned how not to miss their leaves.
They strive on through the rigid frost
because they know life is not ending; 9 more words
Before, in a previous post, I mentioned about the guys who stand on the steps of the Sacre-Coeur and try to give you tread bracelets. I have had them approach me two times, the second time one of them grabbed my arm. 170 more words
So, to get to the graveyard you walk up the main street past the Moulin Rouge…well I was kinda expecting the following pretty scene (but in daylight): 392 more words
Walking up the steps to the Basilique du Sacre-Coeur today made me realise I am getting fitter. I managed to get to the top without looking like someone who should be offered an oxygen mask lol (ok the other day I was recovering from a bad virus I had brought with me from the USA…well that’s my excuse and I am sticking to it ;) ) 217 more words
Woke up and went to make my morning cup of tea (yes i am soooo British), but I had ran out of rice milk :( . 239 more words