Fatima, Aisha and Leila are back from the Kech replete with tagine and street life.
I have been absent for a few weeks because I’ve been locked up, incarcerated, left inside desperate and, save for another headless mannequin (who I don’t even like) alone in an empty shop in Broadstairs.
I managed to get this snap in reflected image as a shaft of sunlight hit the curry house window opposite.
Every, every morning I treasure my coffee time. The process includes grinding Columbian beans, brewing the liquid gold in my Bialetti and sipping two or three cups, black, from a Lucie Rie masterpiece.
*The dark Lindt chilli chocolate is obviously treasured but not an every day indulgence.
**Coffee, cup, beans and cocoa posing on my marble topped Saarinen table – perfection.
Well, this is a difficult one for me as I’m positioned by others and never with a self serving camera. Yet. So I’m taking the liberty of posting a daughter’s selfie and allowing myself to do this because she took it on my camera.
Please don’t tell her I’ve posted this.
Just because I’ll be right in a window position this Thursday eve – having drinkies with friends. Half way up the new, looking down on the old. Should be a goody.
On a road trip for one on the West Coast of New Zealand’s South Island a couple of years ago I stayed, quite by chance, in Rimu, one of Hydrangea Cottages Punakaiki (photos 8, 14 and 15).
These Nikau Palms were the panoramic view from my lavatory window. What a lucky girl.
I am thrilled to see the cottages get a well deserved superb rating on trip advisor and I shall return for the Pancake Rocks, the Hydrangea Cottages and the views from all the windows.
This one beautiful orange Vespa was parked by itself in a Soho street outside The Sun and Thirteen Cantons, a pub I spent many many hours in back in the day.
My first job in the UK was in the building next door.
I took this pic the other day, retracing steps with my girlfriend, K…….
I thought immediately of the photo I took at the Getty Museum, LA back in October. These foreign school children and their teachers/parents toured the architectural delights on offer in time with us. We met them regularly.
They spoke no English but took loads of photos, just like me.
Earlier this year I spent a goodly number of my Saturday mornings awaiting Daughter #1’s arrival at Heathrow’s Terminal 5, the British Airways hub.
Over the months the advertisements changed, some plain dull, some rather good, some wonderful.
This Burberry offering is my favourite not least because orange is my favourite colour but because Romeo Beckham just looks so cute and happy.
I took many photos attempting to get one without passing pedestrians.
The unexpected is that I love this one because of the intruder. A BA pilot no less.
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