Ends and beginings

There are lots of ends and begining in our lifes.

Right now, the month of flower theme in the Afterclass ends and tomorrow we'll begin to learn about birds.

This one was taken at the begining of march.

Yesterday I took my lasts flower pictures for the class in the small recess from rain in my garden.

I would not have seen it like this if I could not take an image from very near, the camera sees more than me.

The rain soaked flowers had also more vivid colors as usual.

I have lot less experience with birds, but I did take some swimming on Seine nearby last month and some pigeons in Paris.

I am looking forward to learn more from Richard (Dicktay2000) who will conduct the class from Australie.

Internet is great and offer us so many possibilities off collaboration!

Bookcrossing

What a wonderfull idea!

I was so happy to begin it, as soon as I heard it existed in London. Then, I went to the bookcrossing.com page and read: it exists also in Paris!

Great!

I was ready to begin. What books "release" first? I have hundreds waiting for another reader!

I decided on some good suspense from Tom Clancy that I could barely put down when I read them, yet do not feel like keeping. First, I have to say, the ergonomy of Bookcrossing site is pain, difficult to understand how to use it.

After I figured out, how to register a book to have the Number I have to put inside the cover, it took me an hour to register merely ten titles! Then, separately, I had to find the way to tell where I'll release them.

Where?

I'll not let them lie on a bench: it rains too much in Paris, too. Nor behind a statue, or any strange place I found others did use. Finally, I found! There was, the site said, a single café in Paris where there is a special shelf you can put the books or find others.
Rue Saint Denis, in center of Paris. Yes, 1e arrondissement, OK, but rue Saint Denis reputed - what is called in english? red light street? - does not matter, it was the only one place. I go.

With luck, not much circulation Saturday morning, I arrived in half an hour to le Halles and found easy a paying parking place St. Eustache. Luck was not with me, all along: I arrived around number 79, the café was at the beginning of the street, the other end.

Did not cross many people, so early, it was 10 or around, only a group of nice bikers waiving their hands as seeing me taking pictures.
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The only girls were the mannequins welcoming in people to a shop.

The bag begun to be heavier as I arrived to the café. Its name was supposed to be Petit Chatelet, but what is written on it is petit Chat and in very tiny letters the rest. The meaning of that, in French is something else, more in concordance with the street's bad fame. It is not a very inviting name and the tiny café did not seem very inviting either.

It was closed!

I lingered more, went nearer, no one inside!

What to do with my books?

All cafés nearby were closed, I had to go farther to find one open, and even there just to prepare it for later. And no, I cant leave the books there, the boy cleaning told me.

I had to go back, with my books growing more heavy every step.

Did not really matter, as a bit farther I found tulips, a merry-go-round, and nearer St. Eustache church tourists enjoying them selfs.

I asked one of them, after he had photographed his two kids on the face, look at it, one of the new art's I love, to take an image of me too.

As for now, after having lost 30 pounds in the lasts month, I could squeeze myself between the face and the hand of the statue.

I paid 6 euros to the parking lot, then came home: it was almost noon. The ten books were still in my car, and I did not move them. Still hoping. There is a French song: if you are not successful the first time, try it a second time, if you do not succeed then, third time and so on.

For the moment, I was very disappointed and even more as I thought: if it is so difficult to go from a wonderful idea to its realization, then what would arrive about the idea of going to live in London that seemed also so wonderful for me?

In the eyes of the beholder

Reading about the newspapers in London having published old bare pictures of the first Lady of France, I was revolted they did use the occasion of her visit to the Queen of United Kingdom to do so, but even more about the public perception.

Is a naked women indecent? Is a nude photo shocking?

Only if you try to make it look so, only if it is pornographic, which, most of the time it is not. A nude can be artistic. It is also a wonderful souvenir of old times.

I found the other day two nudes of me, one made by my husband at 27 just after my marriage, the second taken under the shower at twice that age, before we tied the knot with the other one. In the bathroom both, as I did not want it taken other then the "natural environment" for undressing.

What a wonderful memory it does make now, at 74!

And no, there is nothing "indecent" about them, even if I am not ready to publish them in my blogs or photo site and open them to unscrupulous use! But here they are two taken by my husbands, one at 27 the other at 54 years old - or should I say young?

Yes, I do believe the interpretation is in the eye of the beholder, even more so the one showing it and writing about it. They are the indecent, not the one about whom the image was taken or the one who took it or the image itself.

Yesterday it rained all day in Paris, but by the evening the sun came out and illuminated wonderfully the water drops in my garden. I could not resist to take some pictures of the beauty seen!



Souvenirs to cherish.

Yesterday, full day

Not only I took photos of the cherry buds and flowers in our yard (the tree is common to four between us) but went to a Weigh Watcher's meeting, helped Enrico de Rosa include the video I took at Portuguese folk festival in his blog, had a teeth plumbed before it begin to heart, then finished dining with my grand children and looking at Carla Sarkozy's visit to London.

I do not have TV home, by decision.

Very seldom I am interested to see what happens, and nowadays more and more one can look at important events videos on the Net.

Caressing my 7 year old grand-son and hearing "I am no more caressed each day", feeling him happy near me, was wonderful.

I also enjoyed a lot looking at the first lady of France, Carla Bruni Sarkozy and her graceful outfit and reverence to the queen. I heard one compared her to Jacky Kennedy. I thought more Grace Kelly, Grace of Monacco whose past was also taken out at the beginning.

But most of all, Carla made me remember Audrey Hepburn, that graceful actor I loved so much.

Yes, my day was full as it should be each day I still have left.

Paris with Chris, from London

Chris showed me Fulham, and I went with him first to the strange house at Avenue George V, then to Butte Montmartre.

It was time to visit the house Avenue George V, because the restoration was almost finished and its interesting décor almost demolished. Some still was there for us too see.

We took the bus and then we went up the Butte Montmartre(hill): he has spend his honeymoon there 20 years ago and I have lived there for more then 20 years. Each of us found there something different.

I found people, took portraits, and he found signs.

- I understand why you liked it so much here, told me. Quiet and at the same time full of life just a little farther.
- Yes, I loved living here!
When the morning was almost finished, going to lunch, we passed an old books store.

- I avoid even to look at them, told me Chris, if not, I came out with a bunch of books. I have already no place with the one I have.
- Oh, I do understand so well, me either. I do not know what to do with them!
- We swatch them in London, give away. Can find others the same way. On Internet. But there are also places, cafés, where they accepted to have a shelf specially for it.
- Yes?
- You can just deposit your book there. You may also come and pick up and take home whichever you want from them.

Hearing that, you know what? I decided to go to London!

And not like our president just now for a short visit, but try to live there. Bringing my books, giving them away. Taking others. And who knows, meeting people loving to read as much as me, too.

Hyacinth from Anaya's yard (then mine)

Thanks, Anaya, for the permission to blog this artfull image. All is done by her: she grows the flowers in her garden, then arrange them and shots - this is not all! After it, she works in Photoshop until it gives the result she desired.

I learn so much looking at other's pictures, hearing other's tales too. Imagining the care for the flowers, the art of arrangement. This was put in the windowshield and underexposed.

The tiny flowers I have also in my garden, but there they grow wild, I do not take care of them. Neverless, I took last week two shots of one of them. One to show how tiny they are, with the grass huge in comparaison, the other very near.

I do believe they are the same flowers. I just never thought of arranging them together and of course, do not have the artistic feeling to do so either.

Each of us has other talents. Mine is more of people portraits.

I am joyfull: today I meet Chris who showed me Fullham, perhaps I can show him partes of Paris he did not see yet.

Nice suprise

I know, that tomorrow I will stroll in Paris with Chris met in London not so ago who took me with him to discover the Fulham par of London.

I did not know until the last hour that one of my readers will come and visit me. She was an avid reader of all of my blogs, knows "all" about my life from my journal Retroblog, and all of my everyday life of last months.

Meeting her, speaking with her, learning from her was a very interesting experience!

Also a new look at what I do and why I do it.

Not only I came out of it with the impression that my time is not spend for nothing as she explained to me that my example gave her courage more then once, and she waits every day to see what is new and hopes I'll not stop bloging when I go on a travel like in London... but also I got a better understanding of the readers who never comment.

Your blog was the first I dared comment, she told me, and that was after having read me for month!

She works in a school and does not want her face published, so I have taken a picture of her without face, it's still a speaking one I think. Almost 50 years old, she looks at least 15 less.

Very courageous, and living far from Paris, she takes the train early each day to avoid rush hour, then walks from gare Saint Lazar to near gare Montparnasse: more then an hour: "for exercice".

I decided to try it ONCE and also to visit different stations in Paris and try to discover the life around them. A new goal for my Paris's visits.