What’s Wrong with French Men today?
07 May 2011 Leave a Comment
in life
Before I’d left home, I heard all these stories about how over-sexed the French men are. It’s not true. Every day for the last eleven days I have managed to walk through and around Montmatre, the Champs-Elysees, Pantheon, Eiffel Tower, Place de la Bastille with not so much as one wolf whistle. Let along a slap or a pinch. What’s happened? Like I mentioned before I’ve been spending a rather tragic amount of time in old houses and there’s plenty of evidence that Old French Men couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. The Kings of France even built palaces for their mistresses (and some of them had several) so where has all that Gaelic Testrone gone. Below is a picture of Henri’s (KIng of France) three mistresses which he hung on the wall of his wife’s bedroom.
So what’s the problem French men?
Too much cheese? Red Wine? There’s certainly too much smoking for anyone’s good (and peeing in the Metro) but that’s been my excuse as far as French men are concerned. What could be their excuse as far as I’m concerned?
So come on French Men! Show me some of your Oh-la-la before I head home…(picture below yours truly still “Fresh” after 22 kms on my bike)
A Catholic Girl just Cant get Enough Gilt
07 May 2011 Leave a Comment
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After two weeks of gallivanting around I thought I might be “Chateaud and Palaced out” here in France. Even after spending so much time at various gorgeous museums around Paris, todays final visit to an ostentatious, extravagant, over the top palace at a little place called Fontainebleau raised my pulse, and I’ve realized that I need to overhaul our digs at Homebush Bay on my return. We just don’t have a “statement” and just between us I’ve realised that we’re far too bland in our attitude to home decorating.
Frankly, we just don’t have enough gilt. Or Wigs. Or French Clocks.
After The Louvre, The Chateau at Ambois, The Chateau at Chateau I’ve picked up a certain flair for what’s needed to make a home a “Maison” as they say.
On the right is the Formal dining room prior to my tour of France’s Grande Homes and below the transformation possible when one (particularly one of a Catholic persuasion) overcomes a natural reluctance to indulge in gilt.
Bonjour ma chère blogueurs
07 May 2011 Leave a Comment
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OK I cheated and copied the title from a translation provided by Google. Look! I know I promised to blog every day, but honestly ship-board life just didn’t provide the opportunities I’d hoped.
What with formal breakfasts, morning teas, formal luncheons, high teas, pre-dinner drinks, formal dinners, post dinner do’s and high supper, I hardly had a moment of “me time”.
But I do have lots and lots of photos and I’ll try and upload some now.
In the meantime we’ve been in France since April 19th and we’ve had some adventures here. I just wish I could remember them all. That’s the problem travelling at my age, there’s hardly any RAMS of memory left in my heart drive after 54 years of solid TV watching. I mean where I could be telling you about the reign of the Plantigent Kings, I’ve got the theme songs of “Leave it to Beaver”, ‘Bewitched” “Neighbours” occupying that critical space.
As a matter of fact in the Louvre last week I found myself humming the theme of “I love Lucy” while trying to peer at the ‘Mona Lisa”….anyway more of that later.
Just wanted to let you know that I’m back on air….and home soon
