M is for Mmm My A to Z muse seems to be on a break for the letter M. Well I actually have a lot of M words floating in my head, Mother, Mistake (wait that was last year's M word), Minute, Midway (as we are midway through the Alphabet today!), Müll (meaning garbage), Madame, Music, Middle school. None of those words really stuck, at … Continue reading M is for Mmm #AtoZChallenge
Tag: Parc Monceau
4 Seasons in Paris
Not the music, not the hotels, not the pizza topping, no... Last week, while outside I came across a strange phenomenon, a tree that seemed a bit lost. A cherry tree celebrating all four seasons at once! Some leaves were coloured by the advancing autumn, some were green as though in the middle of summer, … Continue reading 4 Seasons in Paris
A Beautiful Sunday
Today was an amazing beautiful day, the sky was clear and blue, the sun was shining. I could hear birds singing. For a November day it was surprisingly warm. In the mist of recent events I have shied away from looking at the news, my heart is still heavy, but I try to see the … Continue reading A Beautiful Sunday
Sous la pluie | Im Regen | In the Rain
Sous la pluie du printemps, je me promène avec ma fille. D'habitude je n'aime pas trop la pluie, mais cette fois-ci c'est different. Car il s'agit d'une pluie légère de printemps et pas d'une pluie froide. Mes lunettes se couvrent de gouttes, donc forcement de temps en temps je ne vois plus rien. Mais je fais attention, parce … Continue reading Sous la pluie | Im Regen | In the Rain
Les fleurs du printemps – Frühlingsblumen – Spring Flowers
C'est officiel! Le printemps a commencé, en tout cas au niveau du calendrier nous avons passé le cap. L'equinox a eu lieu. Par contre en terme de températures printanières ce n'est pas encore gagné. (Petite doit encore mettre une écharpe et la plus part du temps un bonnet. Vu qu'elle commence à marcher, et surtout à … Continue reading Les fleurs du printemps – Frühlingsblumen – Spring Flowers
The Artist
The Artist Magnetically attracted, she walked towards the woman sitting on a bench in the parc. As if she was an old acquaintance, an old friend, a member of our family. But no, it was only a stranger who had a magical attraction upon my daughter. My little one was just a few weeks over … Continue reading The Artist
