Annecy


Sex and the Country 2: The Tour de France


  Sex and the Country 2: The Tour de France   Let them have an eyeful, I don’t care……. well, not much.   We are defeckingmented from helicopters overhead, scouting, recceing, putting by file shots for the amateur Etape and the Tour de France which will...

Sex and The Country


                                Yesterday on the ‘phone a friend said they were into the tv series “The Americans.”  When I said we’d been thinking of watching it, he added “there’s a lot...

Exam Time


My Dear Nieces and Nephews Brian, Saorla, Ben and Hannah, John and Alison,   Today you started your important State exams, your Leaving Certificate and your Junior Certificate in different exam halls from Meath and Dublin to Cork and Limerick.  Each of you got every...

A Year in Brocante 11: An Easter Egg


    Recently I have been interested in the Swiss artist Ferdinand Hodler and as so often happens – it’s called ‘happenstance’ – yesterday at a Marché aux Puces I happened upon a print of his “Genfersee von Chexbres” (Lake Geneva from Chexbres.)  Known as...

Nothing Ever Happens in Annecy


Annecy is the capital of the Haute Savoie, in the Department of the Rhone Alps. With the new motorway, it is less than an hour from Geneva. It is a small city – in Irish terms, about the size of Cork.  Annecy is beautiful, facing...

A Year in Brocante 9: Fornasetti Coasters


  When our children were small we parents swapped around clothes and toys and paraphernalia.  I cannot remember how many of the group’s babies were wheeled out in a red pram (but no doubt Martin can! [Naoise, Catriona, Lucy, Maddy…….?]) but the most popular of...

Cherries, Berries and Roger Medearis’ Granny


    This is not me, it is Roger Medearis’ Granny, but this is how I see myself, ageing amongst fruit and flowers, beside field and water in the sound of church bells.  Roger Medearis called his painting “Godly Susan” because his Granny was.  (I...

A Year in Brocante 7: My Kitchen Garden


  Yesterday morning at nine o’clock I met Himself in the hall, somnambulant to breakfast in white piqué honeycomb cotton.  “You’ve heard of golf widows….well, I’m a brocante widower” he grumbled. “Bye” ses I, and I out the door to Duingt, the next village down...

A Year in Brocante 6: Water Jug


I’m posting this water jug as much for itself as to welcome the May. (“Bring flowers of the rarest, and blossoms the fairest from garden and woodland and hillside and glade”…) It cost €3 in Annecy, is hand made and is not old, I would...

A Year In Brocante 5: Chapeau Méchanique


Tonight in Cork the 58th International Choral Festival begins with a Gala Opening Concert of Mozart’s Requiem by the Goethe-Institut Choir of Dublin and soloists. The Choral Festival began in 1954 as part of a three week Spring cultural event called “An Tóstal”  with a...