Moving on

I want to thank you all for the encouraging comments on my last post.
As the title of this post states it, I think it’s time for me to move on. I have never been much of a writer, but I guess that I needed to write about what I had been.
Now my life style has changed and although Blogging in Paris will stay online, with its five or so years of regular and irregular posting, I am moving to a new venture, one that started at the beginning of 2009, urged by one of my flickr friends and brilliant photographers, AuntieP, in which I try to take and post at least one photo a day.

Grand Palais glass roof

I am on day 178 as I only started the project on January 2nd of 2009.
The result of my efforts will be posted at a new blog, one that I started a week or so ago, called, what else, PhotoBlogging in Paris.

Those of you who like photos can go there and I’ll be delighted to see their comments if any


Happy sixty-eight!!!

tulips at the market 93/365
Happy Birthday, Ronni

And many happy returns, and many more years of brilliant blogging! Without you the blogging world wouldn’t be the same.

Sending this from London and fighting with strange keyboard behaviour 😀

Click here to go to Ronni’s blog, Time Goes by and wish her a happy 68th birthday

Tagged again!

I don’t much like being tagged but I do like Matt at SkyMinds a lot. So I am adjusting his tagging to my own ways… 😉 Yes, Matt, elders tend to do that 😉
The idea was to grab the book you are currently reading and write down the fifth sentence on page 123.
Well, I decided to copy the paragraph I had stopped at. Hope Matt won’t mind too much.

She had one packet remaining, and only after several minutes of irritable raking through her mess did she find it in the pocket of a blue silk dressing gown on her bathroom floor. She lit up as she descended to the hall, knowing that she would not have dared had her father been at home. He had precise ideas about where and when a woman should be seen smoking: not in the street, or any other public place, not on entering a room, not standing up, and only when offered, never from her own supply –notions as self-evident to him as natural justice. Three years among the sophisticated of Girton had not provided her with the courage to confront him. The lighthearted ironies she might have deployed among her friends deserted her in his presence, and she heard her own voice become thin when she attempted some docile contradiction. In fact, being at odds with her father about anything at all, even an insignificant domestic detail, made her uncomfortable, and nothing that great literature might have done to modify her sensibilities , none of the lessons of practical criticism, could quite deliver her from obedience. Smoking on the stairways when her father was installed in his Whitehall ministry was all the revolt her education would allow, and still it cost her some effort.

This is taken out of Atonement, a novel by Ian McEwan.
You may well wonder what led me to that novel. I had never heard of Ian McEwan before, althought he seems quite well-known, but I don’t read much these days. Anyway, last summer, I rented out the video of Atonement, translated in French by Reviens-moi, Come back to me

Castle Howard fountain

Fountain in the park of Castle Howard

I rented it because of the name of Vanessa Redgrave in the cast of characters. I must say that I don’t particularly like Keira Knightley, who I only remembered by her inadequate (in my opinion) performance in Pride and Prejudice. Maybe she wasn’t inadequate, it was the adaptation of the novel that was…

But I liked Atonement so much that it made me feel like getting the novel and reading it. Of course, it’s taking me forever as I am taken elsewhere by other “duties”, like ElderExercise –you’ll notice that our elder exercise blog now has its own domain name, which means that although there aren’t that many of us, we are here to stay.

The photo in this page was taken at Castle Howard. Nothing really to do with Atonement, which was filmed in Stokesay Court, but there’s a key scene that takes place in a fountain, and some of the fountains at Castle Howard immediately came to my mind.

For those of us who can’t see it…

because we are not in the US, here’s how we elders are going to make the switch from analogic to digital television.

I got this thanks to Time Goes By who got it via Millie Garfield and Steve Garfield.
Now, without Kate who was kind enough to find the YouTube link and send it to me, here’s what tomorrow has in store for us

Millie would dub it, I can’t open it!