Leaving London tomorrow

The adventure is coming to an end. The time has flown by but it is time to leave and pick up on my usual life at home in Dunedin. Sounds like it is going to be a rude awakening from the news reports about snow and flooding.
It has not be very sunny here in London, grey cloud cover every day with some rain most days but muggy.
It has been a brief stay in London this time.
I met up with Wendy and Rod after we came back from Scotland and we went to the Georgia O' Keefe exhibition at Tate Modern together. We were very imoressed at this exhibition and the scope of her work.She lived until 98 so she had plenty of opportunities to explore different themes that excited her.For me it was  her extroadinary use of colour that makes her work so dramatic and so well drawn. She believed that something of beauty should fill a space created by a line. That resonated with me.

Later we went up to the top of the new addition to the Tate and enjoyed the views over London - free here so we made the most of it.The brick work cladding on the extension is eye catching too and sure to start a new trend in building design.

We had a great afternoon and it was so nice to see them both and best news is all is going well now for Rod since his incident at New Year.You can see from the photos they are in good form.

Rod took the photo of St Paul's steeple being attached,detached by a crane. He has an eye for such shots.

We enjoyed a lovely lunch at a pub on the South Bank just near the Tate and caught up on all the family news before they caught the train home to Hitchen and I explored around St Pauls before catching the bus home and cooking tea.

I had lunch with Brad, Sue and Clare Church at St Martins another day which was great.Clare and I just bumped into each other in the cafe and we both thought we were having one of those encounters people talk about but it turned out Brad had organised it.
I went to see the National Portrait Gallery latest collection of paintings and an embroidery exhibition celebrating Capability Brown's anniversary. Clare is about to come home to Dunedin to live. She is staying with Christopher for a few more days so we will catch up at home.
Yesterday I met up with niece,Jenny and we went to a book event at Foyles to hear some new writers read and discuss their current publications. The theme was around families and what constitutes a family in different cultures and within existing norms. Later we had a meal and walked back home so a very interesting evening.
Lou,Jenny and myself are all dining at Nick and Els's tonight for a family catch up. I am looking forward to that but not the trip home the following day.

Summer scenes in Scotland

Some of the images taken on our weekend in Scotland.

Summertime in Scotland

Louise and I were invited to stay in a loch side cottage with friends for a weekend at the end of July to farewell Kersel, a long time friend who is off to try life in Sydney.
We were lucky enough to get some reasonable flights with Easy Jet so set off mid morning on Friday for our weekend away.

Lou had to do some work from home before we left so she called a taxi. Just as well we left early as there was a major accident on the motorway and we crawled along for ages before our taxi driver breathed a sigh of relief and we cleared the crash site.A large truck had careered across the median barrier and straddled  both directions of the motorway. Chaos.
I think many people missed their flights that day.
It was lucky Lou had booked us well ahead of time but we arrived with ten minutes to spare and then the plane was delayed for an hour!

Anyway we arrived to find Kersel waiting for us in sunshine. Lou and I had packed for poor weather but the sun was shining and we had a lovely drive up through Loch Lomond, Luss and over to Loch Fyne where we had gone a few years ago to track down the family castle.

The drive took a couple of hours deep into Argyle territory before we arrived at a remote part of the peninsula. It took a few attempts but we arrived at Loch Escog and found our cottage on the edge of the loch as promised.Other friends had already arrived so it was drinks all round sitting  outside in the sunshine and meeting new people from Glasgow who were friends of Kersel.
Later we had a lovely meal cooked up by Hutton and Nicky and played board games until time for bed.
Saturday was promising to be rather dull and wet but the boat was pumped up and some hardy souls went out for a canoe followed by a swim would you believe!!!!
I went for a long walk around the loch on a pathway called Cowal Way but it did not lead me back quite like I expected so my walk ended up a marathon and I was late for lunch.
Later we cooked pizza and ate inside as it had got a lot cooler as the day progressed.I think I was still acclimatised for Avignon conditions so I was glad of my merino.Lou went for a swim but I was not tempted.
Sunday was time to pack up and tiki tour back to Glasgow to catch our flight at seven.
The day was very overcast and cool but we explored some of the little fishing towns along the trip home before farewelling Hutton and Nicky on the car ferry while we visited the Benmore Gardens at Dunoon.
By now it was raining so we could not linger for too long before we set off for Glasgow.We went on the car ferry too which was a new experience for me.
We said our goodbyes to Kersel and waited for our flight.Again it was delayed for an hour so a long trek home but a great weekend.

Photographs of the special lunch

A very special lunch...

Memorable dining in Isles de Sorgue

Today we were going to go to a near by town to see the Abbey and some heritage gardens but the girls had had their heads together and it had been decided to take me to this very attractive town built around rivers channeled through it and referred to as the Venice of Provence.
The difference was here the water was clear and running naturally.
I was taken to a Michelin Star restaurant on the banks of the Sorgue River and spoilt by Justine with a four course lunch with Max and her mother, and son Swan.
The setting was very relaxing and a most attentive waiting staff who were very know led able about the food options.
We had such lovely food served with local wine. Each course was amazing. I had to take a photo of each course to show how beautifully presented it was and original. The main course for instance was a most succulent piece of pork served with black pudding sauce, rhubarb and strawberries sounds odd but it worked.
With coffee there were little delectable morals to finish the meal, even though we had had dessert. It took me along time to process all that food.I did not eat until the following day!
We had a very long lunch, just as well I had got out earlier and walked around the river banks to see the famous bridge according to the song, Sur le Pont....and used up a few calories.
Later we had a walk around the town itself which had lots of arty exhibits and old heritage buildings dating back centuries.
There were a lot of antique shops along the river with garden staues, water features and objects de art that were very tempting.Just as well there is a luggage limit.
We had to be back in town by five so I could walk to the railway station close to Justine's place to catch the train. The girls packed me onto the right train and off I went to Marsailles.
The trip back to London was an easy one but it took a long time by plane, train and tube so it was after midnight by the time I reached Number 10. Louise had waited up for me so it was a nice reunion at a very late hour.....

Another day in Paradise. .....

The attractions of Avignon continue. The weather is still very hot and about 34 degrees. Abde was busy painting and doing up Justine's interior rooms so they are undergoing a transformation. He has also plastered the bathroom and the hallway and cleaned out the pool.

We spent a lot of Tuesday hanging out at home, watching Abde work while sipping tea on the outdoor courtyard and discussing what might be a good show to go to.
By the time decisions were made there were no tickets left for that one but we did manage to get seats for Monsieur Choufleuri,a French farce deemed to be suitable for non speaking French persons to enjoy.

We sorted out my train tickets to get to the airport on Wednesday and then had a wander around some of the festival displays.

One installation captured my interest. It was a requiem to the lost sock. Everybody has them!!! They even had a sack hanging at the bottom corner for donations to re-unite the lucky ones.

Anyway the play was great .I could understand little as it was all in French but it followed the farce format so you knew the goodies and the  baddies and the father rejecting the suitor etc but what was so good was the music and acting.A top performance and very skilled, a delight to watch.
Justine had a friend, Max coming for dinner so we had Quiche Lorraine, a very French dish and Justine made a cherry dish, Choulet I think it might be so again we ate well and talked until late.
Max is an interesting young woman, once married to a Morrocan but now single with a very handsome son,Swan who was also captivated by Pokemon.I see a cartoon in the ODT so it must be the craze at home too.Max is American but schooled in France and she and Justine are going to run English speaking classes in the new term.

Arty Avignon

It has been a lovely end to my European journey.It has been very special to spend time with Justine,Augustin and Abde in this timeless city.
Justine lives on the edge of thee old town city walls,close to the train and rail station and within really easy walking distance of the Pope's Palace and other historic sites.
The day I arrived mid afternoon was hot and windless and we walked into town for lunch at a pop up restaurant site in  private home.The annual Avignon summer festival is on here and the city goes into theatre mode. There are pamphlets and posters everywhere advertising all the different performances.
Tourists and French traveller's pour into the city so locals rent out their houses and go off for a holiday to escape the crowds.

Restaurants spring up and people from street theatre groups,music and dance acts hand out leaflets as you walk along the streets inviting you to attend their performance. Some are performing in the squares and cafes as you walk by. It is all very colourful and frenetic.
Sadly most are in French so I am left clueless.Justine thought we might be able to go to a dance or music event tonight.
We enjoyed a lovely lunch in this restaurant run by a friend of Justine- she  knows so many people in the city as does Abde, we are stopping and greeting people as we walk,three kisses on the cheek is the custom. I had a jamon and melon dish which was light and lovely for the temperatures.

Justine took us to a her favourite haven a five star hotel where she and a friend meet for tea or a wine to unwind. It was lovely and we sat in the lounge off the terrace and enjoyed cold drinks and some snacks provided by the management.He invited us to go downstairs to look at an exposition they were sponsoring in the cellars.It was a display of dead skeletons and parts of animals arranged in sculptural designs,not my thing but as Justine said it reminded her of Robert when he wanted to be a taxidermist and kept dead animals in the freezer! Poor Liz!

Later we explored around the Pope's Palace and up to the gardens that overlook the city.The craze here is Pokemon Go and Augustin and Adam were enjoying all the action.The craze is so established that when Justine and Augustin went out yesterday to get him a remote battery connector so he could still play on holiday they were sold out.

I call him the Pokemon boy!!! We dropped him off yesterday to go and stay with his grandmother near Nice and then to go sailing with his father.
Justine and I went off and had a lovely lunch in the square at St Remy a place Chris ,Rachel, the Boyes and I visited in 2008.I did not expect to come back so a treat. 

We then went to Les Baux where we went to the  Carrrieres De Lumiieres to see the Chagall Exhibition in the cave like  the Van Gogh one years ago.
It is the most magical experience to walk around in this huge limestone cave with images unfolding to music above ,around and under your feet.It is hard to explain but it is powerful emotionally.It is so cool inside too compared to the sizzling temperatures outside. We were going to go back to St Remy to walk around the shopping area but Justine tripped as we were walking back to the car skinning her leg so we decided to head back home and get it dressed.
Later that evening friends came for dinner and Justine prepared a lovely meal of figs,roquefort cheese wrapped in jamon and grilled in the oven with salads.We sat outside under the grape vine until late eating and drinking a very nice wine with a mixture of French and English language floating around the table. 

Pinch me stuff.

The previous evening we had driven out to a beautiful rural retreat on a vineyard for a celebration party for one of Justine's friends in her Ladies of Avignon group. There were two hundred people there and their children had organised it for their parents to celebrate their 50th birthdays and twenty five years married.
People camped there and they had a swimming pool and the meal was laid out on tables under the stars.There were a mixture of Dutch and French people so it was very entertaining.I managed to have a lot of conversations with people despite my lack of linguistic skills. Later there was dancing and socializing until late into the night. The couple celebrating were wine makers so the wine flowed especially a delicious rose which was their specialty wine and beer-the Dutch took the beer preparation very seriously. 

This was an amazing night under the stars looking up at a mountain which glistens white at night because of the geology of the region.Mt Vetoux it might be.I need to check these spellings.
It was a very late night by the time we arrived home so I think I slept the sleep of the dead.

Windmills, Picasso and concerts

So much to see and do here but it is a place for ambling, people watching and chilling out.There is no pressure to see and do beyond what you want to do.
We opted for a walk along the canal first thing,well the outer canal which circles the old town and feeds into the smaller canals running through the town.The walk was lovely, a bonus was the four windmills along the canal.I climbed up to one as it had an open door but it was a museum on the history of the flour milling industry.I opted not to pay to go in as it was all in Flemish and it would mean nothing to me but a novel idea.
I rewarded myself with a traditional hot chocolate when we finished the walk several hours later.The best chocolate house was next door so why not?It is served in a large bowl of hot milk and the chocolate is dropped into the milk and stirred until melted.Delicious.
Later we attended a free harp concert in an historic old church which also had a collection of Picasso lithographs and drawings so I went to that as well.I bought an etching of his famous peace dove to take home.
The harpist was amazing as he had a variety of other traditional harp related instruments which he incorporated into the music.All the music he created was of his own composition.
We ate lunch again at the bakery and enjoyed the home made cold raspberry lemonade with a melon and jam on sandwich before heading back to the hotel for a break. Leg rest time I call it.
Our final night was spent at an organ recital at the Cathedral which was amazing.I did not appreciate until then how complex the instrument is and how dexterous you need to be not only with the hands but with the feet.
Later we ate at a locals restaurant down a side street and had a very nice meal finishing with waffles.We had been promising ourselves these since Amsterdam but never seemed to have enough space at the end of the meal for a dessert but tonight it was a priority and worth waiting for.
It was their specialty with icing sugar,ice cream and chocolate sauce.As you can guess this is not losing weight food but when in Rome....

Beautiful Buges

This was an amazing place to finish our travels.I had few expectations on arrival but that was probably a good thing as the old town captured your attention as the cobbled streets led you up through the town from the railway station towards the Market Square.
Our hotel was right on the edge of the square in a quiet street beside a chocolate shop and the best waffle place in town so temptation was an every day occurrence as we left the hotel.
We had got up early the morning we left Amsterdam to visit the Flower Market.I had saved this as a treat but it was not open until after we left town.I wanted to buy Justine tulips from the market but not to be.
We did get to visit the Bequines(not sure of the spelling but they are an order of women who do not take vows but dedicate their lives to god and live as a community).
There are still members living there despite Catholics being banished front the city in earlier times.
It's a quiet place,no talking or photos allowed but beautifully preserved buildings and gardens make finding this space worthwhile.
A similar place we came across in Bruge but it did not mind photos.
The train left Amsterdam at 10.00am so it was an early start to the station and the usual poor sleep as you worry about catching the right train etc but we made it.
We had a change at Brussels for Bruge so about four hours travelling until arriving at Bruges on a lovely afternoon.Not too hot but sunny and very pleasant.
We found the Notre Dame Hotel without too much difficulty and unpacked before heading out for a look around the town.
It is a beautiful place.The Markt Square took my breath away with the Renaissance facades and lofty spires.
We found a delightful cafe with an outdoor courtyard to sit outside for our lunch.It is much more expensive here so we shopped around a bit to find good cafes.I had an avocado toasted sandwich equivalent with pickled vegetables which was delicious and Brad got a bowl for her coffee so she was happy.
Later we found our way around the town and attended an outdoor concert in the Markt Square at night after dinner.
It was the Belgium National Holiday so great festivities and many people celebrating a day off.A nice atmosphere to come upon.
The crowd were singing along with songsheets in English and Flemish just like at the wedding.Old and young were having a lovely evening,some were dancing but no signs of the drunk and disorderly.I am not sure what they do with them!!!Perhaps they have a holiday somewhere else!

Art,history and public gardens in Amsterdam.

A beautiful morning dawns and we are determined to make full use of the day.An early breakfast before heading off to queue for the Anne Frank museum as advised by the information centre who said to get there before nine or earlier but not so.It appears only online reservations are accepted now and you cannot queue until after 3.30 pm.Well you can queue earlier but you cannot enter before three thirty.
A dilemma. What to do? Go back into the Dam Square and join a free walking tour or hike around to the Van Gogh Museum and chance the same rules apply.
I took a chance which was the best option and managed to get a ticket for the first intake after a short queue.Not so bad when it is not as hot as the afternoon one.
I loved the Van Gogh Museum.It was complementary to the one we went to in Barcelona and it also linked to the time we went to St Remy where he was treated for his depression and eventually died by committing suicide.We also saw a light and sound show in France that highlighted his art in an emotional context. His was a huge influence on the art world and still today his work resonates with people.
This exhibition also linked the influences of family and friends to his life and the jewel was seeing the best of the Sunflowers paintings.
I spent several hours here and then walked to the Vondelpark Gardens for some shade and green spaces.I was going to meet Brad for lunch in the park but she finished early and headed back to the hotel.
I hiked across the canals back to the Anne Frank huis and joined the queues stretching around the block.We had to wait until 3.30pm before there was anybody admitted but time passed of course and by Four I was inside and exploring the world Anne lived in for two years of her life.A very emotional place and seeing the graphic reminders of the concentration camps I saw last year it was hard to understand humanity.
In her father's words," To build a  future you have to know the past."
What a pity we have not learned from the past.
Eventually arrived back at the hotel about five for a rest before drinks on the canal at a Greek cake where we had pita bread and dips as the sun set.A nice way to celebrate our last night in Amsterdam.....
So glad to escape without injury!Cycles,trams and cars come from every direction and you need your wits about you at all times.
The bikes are wonderful here,all shapes and sizes of bikes, no fashion stakes here,they are a transporting vehicle ridden by all ages.