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Monday, 31 August 2015

An artists's Loft in Corsica

The plastic Tupperware transparent cube with wheels  provided by the Ajaccio  city of Corsica took us from the airport navette to center of town.   This was a  free bus service although “bus” is a big word as it only measured 1 meter wide with space for only four people and a maximum of 2 suitcases.  

A welcome break after 4 years of holiday abstinence, we were greeted by 29° sea breezes, boulevards lined with palm trees, garden squares, beaches and panorama sea views from every point of the city, cloudless skies, waving palm trees and wonderful sunshine.
   
Nathalie our designer artist friend who’s loft we stayed at in the center of town overlooks the vieux port.   5 flights of stairs and no lift but the climb was well worth it. 

Napoleon’s birthplace, a large and simple residence,  is omnipresent with a museum devoted to the Bonaparte family in Corsica.  “La maison de Napoleon” museum, Boulevards, Hotel de Ville and the fabulous historical library are named after him.  

Nathalie’s loft is totally modern with a spacious open plan and mezzanine where she works as an artist.  Her collages, sculptures and paintings line the walls but what struck home was the vitality and vigour provided by colour in her flat.

Walls were painted in primary colours - one blue, one yellow, red, green, and some pink fuchsia skirting and banister rails.   This theme follows throughout the apartment.  Siemens kitchen in red and black resin surfaces, a large fridge would have taken up unnecessary space so she has two smaller fridges and a freezer under the bar which divides the cooking area.    Oven, microwave and induction cooker where everything is orderly with each drawer organised by types of utensils;   What a pleasure to shop in the daily market downstairs and prepare a meal in this kitchen.  Tolix  alternate with plexiglass transparent chairs sit under the black resin round table in the dining area.

   Living space is white and black with a woven carpet and curved plexiglass coffee table and piles of expensive magazines held together by belts to provide extra poofs.   A collage made of cardboard with the words (“cache misère) for the television - a great idea.   Out of all the artworks the most exciting and worth copying (sorry Nathalie but I just might have to) is  her world map measuring  1,50 m x 0,70 cm.   This is a colour map of the world with each country painstakingly outlined and then the shape cut out in different patterns and designer wallpapers.  Each country distinctly stands out by its choice of paper motifs and shade.  Even the smallest country has been minutely traced, cut out and pasted on top of the country shape.  So for example Ireland has a green flowery design and the UK brown stripes - you get the idea.
The overall effect is mesmerising and to reproduce would occupy many a winters evening.




On her last visit to dinner with us in Burgundy JM had given her some deer skulls - these she has skilfully covered with wool knit, ribbons, fabrics and buttons, displayed as sculptures and would fit into any international art gallery.   Her steel S shaped bookcase stands out on the wall, piled high with philosophically intellectual books most of which I couldn’t even attempt to understand the title let alone read the actual book.
She has made a see through wall hanging separating the spiral staircase leading to the mezzanine and the kitchen area    Plastic place mats in the said colours - each mat is hung together by metal hooks in the shape of a staple at each corner and delicately and transparently divides the kitchen area from the spiral staircase the mezzanine and other bedroom.   Measuring at least 4 meters from ceiling to floor light and sunshine filter through producing a rainbow of luminescence. 

Out on the terrace a bright yellow table greeted us with matching cushions; pink fuchsia deckchair and mediterrean plants which we dutifully watered every 2nd evening.

We shared breakfast with a screeching seagull and it’s  baby squawking and constantly begging for food.  This distracted us from watching the comings and goings of the port;  Ferries from the Continent, cruise ships 300 meters long spewing out Germans, Scandinavian and American tourists who shopped, ate and awed this beautiful  capital of Corsica.  




There is so much to describe about the beaches, restaurants, food, people and shopping that will have to be written at another time as the day progresses as washing, ironing, filling the fridge, and generally getting the house back in order awaits me,  but I'll be back and until now  .....Au revoir la Corse je reviendrai.





Monday, 12 September 2011

A trip South

I stayed with friends in the South of France.  Bliss.   You can see the sea from their front door.    Took a picture to show just how close it is.   Amazing.

From "my" bedroom window.

Can even see if people are swimming or if the beach is empty before you go down.

Then I went to St Tropez for the morning by ferry.

Ste Maxime from the ferry.


Found a café on the first floor overlooking the port.   For 2,50€ coffee you can spend hours looking at all the coming and goings.  Bliss.


Back to a figue flan for lunch.

Thank you friends for a lovely restful time.

Monday, 29 August 2011

A change

Back in January I decided to sell my shop - never believed that it would really happen we sign the final signature tomorrow morning.   
A new life begins. 
I shall have to acknowledge that change involves. . .change!
I decided to re arrange my new atelier.


Beat this for organization.





A new creation.
A crochet bracelet for a client with an amazing button.



 

The entrance hall with fresh roses.

Fendi keeping guard - entrance to the new locale!

A few souvenirs of past embroideries.

"Most of the things worth doing in the world have been
declared impossible before they were attempted."
     -- Earl Nightingale



Saturday, 13 August 2011

A peach omlette








In the meantime I have a peach thief in the garden. 


Would you believe that "Fendi"  my basset hound -  has a passion for peaches.   She  reachs up and literally devours all the peaches -well she snatches a peach off the tree and and then loads of other unripe ones fall on the ground.  You wouldn't have thought a dog would like fruit now would you - so to prove it I have caught her in the act!

















I have three precious peach trees/peche de vigne type in the garden.   They yeild kilos and kilos of peaches about this time every year even though they have this dreadful maladie called "peach cloque". 






  I just noticed that in my neighbours garden he has the same type of tree - but hanging from his branches are empty eggs in a plastic bag - and his trees don't have this disease !
How about that for a unfathomable bizzarie. 
My neighbour ties a plastic bag with two or three empty egg shells in Springtime or just about the time the tree is about to flower and until fruition.   The coquille must be emptied completely by piercing a hole at each end and draining the yolk and white - then washed and placed in a bag and tied with string to a branch - voila c'est tout.  No more disease.   Well it works for him and I will let you know next year if it does for me.    How this can possibly work scientifically I do not know.

Wednesday, 3 August 2011

A Republican Baptism


My daughter and son in law decided to baptise their baby daughter but didn't feel like involving the church.   There is in France what is called a baptême républicain also called a civil baptism.    This happens before the Maire of the village or town and is symbolic really as has no real value although the godparents are morally advised to overlook education, and teach the child republicain values until the age of 18.  The child receives a beautiful certificate and gives everyone the chance to get together and have a jolly good day.




En route for the Mairie this Saturday.







The smallest Mairie in France.

Gathering in front before the ceremony.

Léli Louise and Isabel.



Just enough room for the baptised to be girl and parents.

The dearest little shoe.

The cousins.

One happy baptised Adèle.

Opening of the presents after a simply sumptious lunch.

Then the serious business begins.  Tarot.
A wonderful day to remember forever.

Sunday, 24 July 2011

Truffle jar

Last night we had a wonderful dinner with friends.  They live in Paris most of the time but come to the "country" for a weekend break.    Food is their passion and although they had been in their weekend house for a couple of hours only - they had had time to grill a fish on the open fire and prepare these three vegetable dishes. 
Carrots, green beans and puree of courgette with garden sauge/sage.  The fish had a delicate flavour of smoke, the colours of the exquisite dinner service,  lovely wooden table and aromas of the wood fire made me immortalise this moment.




There was a present for Jean Marie.     Catherine who has been on truffle hunts with Jean Marie - had found this delightful truffle jar in a vide grenier.   Such a lovely shape - I have been looking on the web to find out the origin of the curved glass and why it would be called a truffle jar.    So far no luck - there are other truffle jars on ebay for instance but none quite like this one.    Can anyone enlighten me?   Would love to hear from you.


Sunday, 17 July 2011

Prizegiving

It is the tradition on the 14th of July to play petanque or boules.   With the village of Viserny in the background the new school building has the most perfect flat sandy meeting place. 

Mimi waiting for others to arrive for the 7pm aperitif.


 This year we were invited by the municipality to decorate an useful object
in the patriotic colours.  There was an interesting selection of objects presented.   A ladder, basket, bicycle and
I made a little bag and decorated it in bleu blanc rouge of course.


Paris Match with the General de Gaulle and the Queen - this entry was brought by our newly arrived British couple in the village.   A prize was won



The children played games, while others chased the cochonet.



And we all enjoyed a great meal.  Vive la France et bon appetit.

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