Reflections in a blogger’s eye **

I have a confession to make: when I started blogging a few years ago, I didn’t have the faintest. Not a bl..dy clue. I did not even really know that people blogged. A blogger? What on earth is that? Do you mean a blotter? That large absorbent paper one used to dry the ink on…

Pot-pourri one-and-forty

San Francisco 2016. West Africa. c.1960-61. Left to right: Little sister, our friend Marie-Martine, and yours truly. En route to the islands. And swimming in the open sea on the way. The boat was a wooden contraption called a Pinasse. Slow, noisy and fab. Brittany, home of my ancestors, half of them anyway. 2013. Not…

A house in Giverny. Fin.

Previously on Equinoxio: Chief Engineer Scotty seems to have fixed the Time-Warp modules. I’m not entirely at ease. Last time he said that we found ourselves in the middle of the battle of Hastings. Some historians mention that the sudden appearance and disappearance of a Red dragon may have led the Normands to victory. Nevertheless,…

A house in Giverny

Monet’s house at Giverny is only 75kms away from Paris. Take the train at Saint-Lazare station, direction Rouen-Le Havre. Pass Mantes-la-jolie, and stop at Vernon. Skip the part where the French railroad has deliberately ignored the fact that Giverny is an hour’s walk from Vernon. (My compatriots tend to be very fact-avoiding; see the current election).…

Time-warp hazards

Scotty to Captain: “Time-warp modules are down, Sir.” “What do you mean ‘down’? We’re in the middle of a tunnel in bl..dy Tlalpan!” “Sorry, Sir. The Orange man has blocked our main Canadian Time-warp supplier.” “Bombardier? I thought they only did Metro trains and stuff.” “In a previous time-slot, Sir. They have now extended into…

Paris Time Patrouille Nummer Seis

In 1964, the 1965 Presidential election was still far away in France. And yet, it was to be a “first” in History: the first direct popular election of the President by the people. (Americans are still waiting) Until then the President was “nominated” by Congress. The real power was in the hands of the Président du…