Vincent Van Gogh, that glorious nutter, was born today in 1853. He died at the age of 37 after a short life filled with genius and despair. Some years ago I read Martin Gayford's book The Yellow House: Van Gogh, Gauguin, and Nine Turbulent Weeks in Provence. This excellent work used old letters to reconstruct the few months Van Gogh spent… Continue reading Van Gough – art and angst
I have wanted to visit Saint Marc sur Mer for a long time. For many years before I'd ever heard of it in fact. The reason is Jacques Tati's film Les vacances de Monsieur Hulot which is one of my favourite movies. One of the very many reasons I love this film is its quaint… Continue reading Les Vacances de Mme. Condie
I am again stuck in an !@?)*# airport waiting for a !@?)*# plane that's been !@?)@ delayed! How do they get delayed? There's nothing but sky in their way! And look at what i have for a view. Lovely. At least when a train is delayed you're unlikely to be locked into the station and… Continue reading Joy!
Another gorgeous day today. I took a little bus up to St Lyphard, a town on the edge of le Briere. This is an area of peat bogs intersected by canals. I assume these were hollowed out by centuries of peat cutters. I went on a little boat tour around some of those canals. It… Continue reading Un petit tour du pays
Miserable soggy weather today so i went to the cinema in St Nazaire. It's quite a pleasant town- even in the rain. The weather had brightened slightly by the time the film was over so i wandered down to the shore (pic above) and through the pretty, older part of town. Some lovely old buildings… Continue reading St Nazaire