Iphone photography – some tips!

Iphone photography Iphone photography Iphone photography Being a blogger means taking photos. All the time. But it doesn't mean that I have my Canon with me at all times. I mean, I sometimes get caught out by a great image in front of my eyes and I haven't planned to go on a shoot or am not photography strolling. My iPhone is the best thing that I have for unplanned shots and I have Read on...
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Reflection on turning 40

40th Birthday 40th Birthday 40th Birthday It's about to happen. What used to be midlife but is now still youth for many of us, is hitting me tomorrow. And you know what? It's an awakening. I am not saying I know it all but hey, at the age of 39 years 364 days and give or take a few hours, I feel like I am entering a new phase but with a certain acquired inner serenity, a Read on...
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Hot Chocolate – Fluffy Bayonne Style

Cazenave Bayonne

Cazenave Bayonne   Cazenave Bayonne This place is bliss. Cazenave Bayonne You seen the film CHOCOLAT? Where Juliette Binoche moves into a small french town and opens up a chocolatery and drives the prude and often closed minded villagers into a frenzy of delight and happiness by giving them chocolate in all it's forms in her chocolaterie? I have found such a place. It exists and it's underneath the arches in Bayonne, South West France. I mean I knew Bayonne was famous for it's chocolate (see here) but this beats all chocoholic experiences. Read on...
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Rosa Bonheur – my favorite brasserie

Rosa Bonheur Paris In the middle of Le Parc des Buttes Chaumont, in front of where I lived for a while in the 19th arrondissement of Paris, sits a beautiful retro type Guingette (old fashioned bistro, very common to the edges of the Seine and the Marne, places where people would go to dance to local bands, to the music of accordions whilst having dinner or lunch). This place has now become an institution in Paris to all folk, young and old, winter or summer. Two large bars inside make queuing for your beer or coffee a little long but hey, what's a wait when you are in the middle of a hip crowd, listening to some great tunes and looking up at some fancy mismatched decorations filling ceilings and walls. Rosa Bonheur ParisRosa Bonheur Paris Read on...
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Try-athlons change you – the basics here in France

Triathlon France Triathlon France It started as an idea. Someone mentioned this to me and I wondered if I could. Now I know I CAN. Gratification through effort. What am I raving on about do you ask? Triathlon. I have to say it again, try try try ahtlon. I have always been a rather, very, sporty type but also needed to let that competitive panther that lies in me, out. Grrrrr. So when I signed up to join one of the area's most well known clubs (also for it's rugby, football, rowing, cycling… divisions) the Aviron Bayonnais Triathlon last April I knew I was in for a big challenge. Pourquoi? Because it's a mind blowing challenging sport combining a swim in open waters, a cycle on sometimes hilly roads and a run that you could frankly do without, right at the end. The distances are multiple, you can choose from XS for novices and first timers, SPRINT for those who want speed but shorter distance, Olympic Distance (called Courte Distance sometimes here in France), Half Ironman (ok that's starting to become inhuman), Ironman (yes, the one when you finish crawling across the finishing line) and then, the ULTIMATE HEAD and BODY BLASTER: the extreme triathlon, the ones that go up stupid terrains where near mortals wouldn't even go for a light walk without stopping under the strain, where the water is a nippy 11°C and the cycling terrain is like cycling up Mount Everest, on a bad day. Being a fit person with a real inclination for outdoor sports made me over exited to try it out. I started in the club mid season when everyone else had been training together already for months. But I wasn't playing catch up. Read on...
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AWAKENINGS

Coffee Marcots Hossegor It has been a while. The creative vibes have penetrated me again, seeping into my pours, all my senses alight with inspiration. INSPIRATION. Inspiration Isn't it wonderful when it takes over again. For whatever reason, sudden creative paralysis sporadically grips us, plunging us into pragmatism and a sometimes slightly too raw every day life. And then we WAKE UP. Like after drinking a strong coffee at your favorite cafe. I woke up around 13h47 last Thursday and decided it was time to start writing, painting, photographing, sharing the immense fascination I have for life again and this world that surrounds us all. Sundown France Read on...
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