le street art de Paris

On a recent trip to Paris we embarked on an urban treasure hunt. We were hunting for art, not the type of art that one would find in the Louvre, but a form of visual art that is exhibited on the streets. Some might call it vandalism. Others refer to is as graffiti or 'graff'. It is not to be confused with the indiscriminate tagging undertaken by hooded hooligans in night who tag the streets with their anonymous symbols. 

Some of it is illegal, some is commissioned. Many are temporary, some permanent or evolutionary. They can be so huge that they cover whole facades of buildings, or so small that if you blink you'll miss it. This is some of the street art of Paris.

                  
                            
                                   
    

                                          

                                                                                                 

Just Stuff

Time is flying by. It has almost been a month since my last post.

So many beautiful sunsets. 

We've had a day trip to Cordes-sur-Ciel - a fortified hilltop village.

                               

                                

                                                                       

Today we've been cleaning a mansion with beautiful grounds. In the summertime this is a huge wild flower field, I'm looking forward to see it in full bloom. 

               

We came home to find this scary intruder on the windowsill!!

Our three cats were meant to be on the lookout, but instead they were having a cuddle sesh on the couch.

Tarte aux poires et roquefort: a desert or a dinner treat?

Pears from the garden, walnuts from the tree in the horse paddock, egg kindly supplied by Blacky No.1, Roquefort cheese from Roquefort (a couple hours away), red wine from Gaillac (about 45mins away), and a tiny bit of honey from the local market. (We'll just keep it a secret that the pastry and milk came from the supermarket). Simple, tasty, and local.     

The Colour of Autumn, Roquefort, and a Haunted Old House

                                  

It's Autumn. 

             

Falling leaves. Earthly, mossy aroma.     

Crisp.

Clear sky. 

Perfect weather for a drive.

Past freshly plowed fields.

Up an old farm trail. Stretch our legs.

                  

Tumbledown cottage to the left.       Forest fort on the right.         

In the clearing. Look!

Danger! Falling rocks.

Private property, do not enter!

It's locked.

Quick, help me up through here.

Dark. Creepy

staircases lead nowhere.

     

Door to nowhere. Door to empty room.

     

Except for large French fireplace.

                                                                                          

Creepy. Did you hear that noise? Let's go.

But look, there's a view.

                                 

 Roquefort. "There's cheese in them hills".

"Boo! That was me making those noises before muh ha ha ha haa".