Monochrome chicken

Or how to sell hats...

Summertime...

Palermo, Sicily

Al cinema

Last summer, I was very happy to be able to spend 24 hours in the italian city of Genova. And I fell in love with, again. Vibrant, multicultural seaside port.

Bring the chevy to the...

... vintage fair I went to yesterday! A feast for my eyes, this 65 Malibu!
Many other wondrous and/or wonderful things and people to be seen.

Autumn flowers

Still quite a lot of flowers left in the streets and the parks

Big baby!!!

Table football, or in french: babyfoot, or baby, pronounced bahby. This is the the biggest baby I've ever seen!

Popping the bubble(s)

Wishing I was ... years younger... LOL

Pink sandstone

Once upon a time, the cathedral, our Lady of Strasbourg, used to be pink. Pink sandstone, from the nearby Vosges mountain range. You can guess what happened: smoke during the last few centuries, pollution, weather, pigeons... She is rather dark now, a dirty greyish-brown. Cleaning the stone is never ending work... You can see the original color in the faces. Pink she was, pink she will be again, one day.
This was all carved on site 700-800 years ago. Totally amazing craftsmanship!!!!!

I want to ride my...

With 330 km of cycle paths, almost 200 miles, Strasbourg is France's most "cycleable" town! Hurrah!!!

A pinup for you! A sensual one!

And Steve looks pretty good too! Photo taken in Paris.

Theme day: sensual

Is it a mermaid??? I saw this... creature a few months ago in Colmar, posing "sensually" with it's ducks..
No, I swear it's not a selfie, lol!
Right, you guessed it, it is theme day again, and here are the other entries.
And sorry for the bad quality of this cropped to death photo!

4742

I went to a forum about migrants this morning.
4742. The number of migrants who lost their lives in the Med last year. But they are others as well:

This is not a cuckoo clock!

Wrong side of the river Rhine, aka the german border. No: this is a cock clock.
Btw, the cock is a very french (aka the occupiers) symbol. It is the only animal who sings, with both feet in the merde. Old joke, sorry for that.

VéloSoleX

As quintessentially french as the 2 CV Citroen... I'd love to have one! I would probably ride it, a beret on my head, a baguette under my arm, a bottle of red wine... Aaah, where to put the camembert???
Anyway, I was surprised to find out that many made their ways to the US.

Inquinamento

Inquinamento, pollution in italian. Seen in Genova, Italy, 2 months ago. Big port, big pollution.

Many rivers to cross...

Well, not quite Venice, but still... A few rivers in town: the mighty Rhine, the Ill, the Bruche, the Aar, and countless canals. And bridges.
Quite popular with "river people" (some even from as far as Australia! lol), some come and go, some others stay.

A monday mural

Seen in Paris, a few weeks ago
To see more Monday Murals, just click here.

Making flammekueche

Alsatian flammekueche, french tarte flambée, german Flammenkuchen, is a absolutely delicious local speciality. A then dough, covered with a mixture of cottage cheese and sour cream (some add a little white wine to the the mixture, and/or nutmeg), sprinkled with onion, bacon bits. A few minutes in a very hot oven, et voila! You can add mushrooms, cheese, and so on, or skip the onions and bacon, and replace them with fruits, Nutella, whatever tickles your fancy. I'll stick the previous, aka "traditionnelle".
And here is what it looks like (this one with cheese):

Presqu'île André Malraux

Named after a french novelist, art theorist and France's first culture minister. Formerly a shipyard, the area  hosts now a shipping mall, 31-screens cinema, the central library, many restaurants, student housing, hundreds of swans, muskrats...
Oh, and don't forget to click here for more weekend reflections!

Autumn

The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose,
And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set. The spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which.

William Shakespeare