This gallery contains 8 photos.
Beautiful crisp snowy morning. Will it stick. Je sais pas……….. but as we are on a mission to find the Perfect Pale Powder Pink Paint for The Bride we hope not.
Long term followers may remember that we rescued a 19thc side table from a chapel on the point of demolition. Would have ended up in the skip if my brother-in-law and sister hadn’t spotted that we could do something with … Continue reading
We hosted last night. I am ridiculously apprehensive about putting on a full dinner party for our French neighbours but a cosy candlelit apero is fine. Note the Very Good French Dog who did NOT check out the eats even … Continue reading
Super busy today, but in the middle of a restoring a handpainted piece my mind slips to the wall and ceiling paintings that I plan to execute here at the French village house. Look at this one –left-JP! painted ceiling … Continue reading
Now and then the phone camera gets it right. The one above left might very well inspire a painting at some point.
I know why old French houses have surface mounted pipes and wires. It’s far easier and therefore cheaper to install your plumbing, electrics, drainage etc if you don’t chase out those thick stone walls to conceal these modern “neccessities”. It … Continue reading
This gallery contains 8 photos.
Beautiful crisp snowy morning. Will it stick. Je sais pas……….. but as we are on a mission to find the Perfect Pale Powder Pink Paint for The Bride we hope not.
I have a need to gaze upon enticing old rooms; so here are three more. Just because. Laserow Blogspot mystery site (the link to which has been “deleted and purged”!) That sounds very terminal. michaelpaulphotography … Continue reading
With last month’s storms and some further grey and rainy days. the river Aude was almost up to the bank and quite thunderously swollen in places over the rocks. It’s calmed down a bit this week. The ducks are no … Continue reading
My last region of residence in the UK was south west of Birmingham. I was very lucky to have the Birmingham Art Gallery and Museum (see previous posts) a twenty minute train ride away. This called to me constantly, siren-style, … Continue reading