Differents artists have put their mark on Parisian streets.
This is one of my favourites.
Near my home there's a small walk across Seine...
...where you pass people farming in their small gardens on the sloping banks of the Tramway 2 against a silhoutte of La défense.
Montmartre in Summer heat.
A view like this makes my day, that's for sure.
This little Paris pearl is le musée de la vie romantique...
...currently throwing a nice little Chopin-exhibition.
I have decided to dedicate some space on the blog to Parisian buildings that I find interesting...
...both nice looking ones as well as the really ugly.
You can't leave the Loire Valley without visiting the most grand castle: Chambord. Incredible.
Chaumont sur Loire
Looks like a picture fresh cut out from a Fairytale book, huh?
Philippe in my choir got a course in making macarons for his birthday: seems like it payed off well!!
Incredible, huh? He also made macarons with lime and ginger.
Picnic in Place des Vosges
Helena and I spent a good couple of hours relaxing here in the Frenchest of parcs after I had been dragging her all the way up to Belleville and back...
Strawberries, sparkling water and lots and lots of various French cheese... pas mal n'est-ce pas?
Jaja, nu var det länge sedan jag skrev jag VET, but I've been having vacances de Pâques, so I thought I might as well take a break from blogg.se too. But now I'm back with new photos!
I havn't really told you much about school, what I do during daytime, so I thought I could write something about that.
Yet another Monday: return to school and my regular Monday classes: "séminaire: Faire l'histoire" and "peinture".
For peinture we have spent the whole first part of the semester painting in black and white with charcoal, a technique I've never done before. You have to use paper size at least A1 and start by color it completely in black from which you subtract the black with brushes and clots. Everything is based on copying large black and white prints of famous paintings (just like the old masters used to do themselves when they went to painting school or something...). You select a piece of the print and reproduce it in at least the same size as the picture but preferably larger to make it slightly more diifficult. The course is lead by Monsieur Secherret, a French painter himself, he is quite picky and spends a lot of time measuring in our paintings (so that everything is in its right position). It's hard to get a compliment from him, I got a short "c'est mieux" last session when I finished another painting and some sort of growl for this one (above).
Next time we are arctually going to get to touch real oil colors, if you would have been here you would have heard my voice dripping of sarcasm...
Close to the Lituanian goal. Shortly after Ribéry scored 1 - 0 for les bleus, which was also the end result of the game!
Reaching the ground water level in the catacombs in Paris.
Gustav in the catacombs of Paris.
We spent the whole afternoon here, my neighbours Gustav and Isabelle, our friends Anders and Daphne... and I!
This is a picture pretty much representing what it looked like down there. (yes the walls are covered with human bones).
Paris catacombes. To access: go to RER stop Denfert-Rochereau and cross the street outside the station building. You will see the line begin right next to the little parc in front of you.
It's almost a surreal place. And a little spooky.
Did you know that Paris' catacombs were created because one used the stone material to build pretty much everything here, for example the foundations of Notre Dame.
In the 18th century there were problems with too crowded cemeteries too close to the city center of Paris so new cemeteries outside of the city (for example Père Lachaise) were created in the same time as the remains in the old cemeteries (which were shut down) were relocated right down to the catacombs where they rest until this very day. So nowdays you can wander around these hall ways where the walls are made of human bones, piled up in neat piles. This is the fascinating (but a little creepy) truth..
This bridge makes me simply happy!
I want to live in a bridge too...
(Ponte Vecchio / Firenze)
I didn't even need to photoshop this Firenze street photo!
It's not that difficult to understand why I want to move here, huht?? If I only spoke italian... actually, for the moment I'm quite occupied with just understanding the French spoken in school...
Ok, since there already are lots of commercials on these pages...
... I might as well add my own advertisment: The church choir I'm singing in will throw a concert on March 29th at 6 pm in the Swedish church, l'eglise suédoise à Paris, métro Courcelles. We'll be performing
the complete REQUIEM by Gabriel FAURÉ
as well as much more.
If you happen to be in Paris on sunday, bienvenu(e)! C'est gratuit! :)
On the top of the world!
(Well... atleast not far from it. On top of Brunelleschi's cupola on the dome in Florence.)
How could I forget to show you when we walked between the actual -every architect's secret dream- double shell of Brunelleschi's dome in Florence?
