I have so many photos of stained glass. For a Marxist Atheist I seem to have a perverse fascination with ecclesiastical glazing, though I am more a fan of Tiffany's glass, probably thanks to Shiela filling my house with it. The Tiffany exhibition at the Musée du Luxembourg a couple of years back was mind-blowing, but of course no cameras were allowed inside, so duh. The photo at the bottom of this post is the closest you'll get unless you come round to my house to look at the catalogue.
Anyhoo, to save myself having to think of anything to write on a Sunday (and with apologies to rant fans for my having become addicted of late to photo-posting in favour of lengthy and splenetic romps through Roget's Profanisaurus) here is the start of yet another series.
I'm a huge fan of the light that stained glass casts on other surfaces and here is a nice example of that.
This is one of the many fine views available inside l'Église Saint Gervais et Saint Protais, tucked away behind Hôtel de Ville near the Seine in Paris.
One of the oldest Paris churches it is now adorned with magnificent modern stained glass thanks to a fabulous restoration made necessary by a German shell blowing the crap out of the place in March 1918, killing 88 people.
Here's the church from the outside. It's well worth a visit and not just for the stained glass; those buttresses are unconscionably spiffy, too. And of course, if you're of a religious bent you can always say hi to God while you're there.
Look out for more of the same on Sundays from now on … at least until I get bored and do something else.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Saturday, July 30, 2011
OHMYGODAHORSE! WAAAH!
It's Saturday, so it's time for a Silly Statue (for no other reason than some gratuitous alliteration).
This one's in Rome (thanks to Phil for being a rugby fan and heading down to Italy to photograph odd stuff for me during the Six Nations Championship) and appears to depict a half-naked man with an oversized hand startled by a small horse emerging from a cave. Unless my eyes deceive me some inexplicable cacti and a laughing snake also come into the equation.
Obviously a huge amount of time and effort has gone in to depicting this tableau for our fuddled bemusement. One wonders why …
I've searched Ovid's Metamorphoses in vain for the story.
Any suggestions gratefully received.
This one's in Rome (thanks to Phil for being a rugby fan and heading down to Italy to photograph odd stuff for me during the Six Nations Championship) and appears to depict a half-naked man with an oversized hand startled by a small horse emerging from a cave. Unless my eyes deceive me some inexplicable cacti and a laughing snake also come into the equation.
Obviously a huge amount of time and effort has gone in to depicting this tableau for our fuddled bemusement. One wonders why …
I've searched Ovid's Metamorphoses in vain for the story.
Any suggestions gratefully received.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Rules Is Rules
In St.James's Park in the heart of Westminster there is a small sign asking people not to sit in the fenced off area as the water birds like to roost there undisturbed. There is another small sign asking people (to little effect) not to feed the pigeons.
And that's all …
In Paris, however, they take their park rules seriously (as anybody who has ever tried sitting on the grass in Les Jardins des Tuileries will know from painful experience), and this sign is prominently displayed just about everywhere you look.
Do click on this picture to blow it up and take a read. There are some quite startling (and amusing) rules hidden away in there.
If you don't read French, type some of it into Babel Fish for an even more baffling experience.
Happy Friday, peeps.
And that's all …
In Paris, however, they take their park rules seriously (as anybody who has ever tried sitting on the grass in Les Jardins des Tuileries will know from painful experience), and this sign is prominently displayed just about everywhere you look.
Do click on this picture to blow it up and take a read. There are some quite startling (and amusing) rules hidden away in there.
If you don't read French, type some of it into Babel Fish for an even more baffling experience.
Happy Friday, peeps.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Paris Again … I Must Be Pining
So what do you think of when you think of Paris?
The Eiffel Tower? Notre Dame? Valjean and Cosette? Stohrer's macarons? The appalling abomination of a Mc.Donald's in the Louvre? Sydney Carton standing at the guillotine? The best bread and cheese in the known universe?
With me it's stairs … Paris is stairs, stairs and more stairs.
Friends' apartments are never on the lower floors; most are four or five floors up.
Elevators? Schmelevators!
This is why you so rarely see fat Parisians. Lumping your way down and then back up ninety-nine steps just to get a newspaper or a baguette (hi, Jacques-Arthur) keeps Paris slim and active.
I like to walk. A lot! But in Paris, after a good day's hike it's that last grunt up the final step before unlocking the apartment and falling into the sofa that's always the one I remember.
I can't wait to go back. My legs feel atrophied in England.
The Eiffel Tower? Notre Dame? Valjean and Cosette? Stohrer's macarons? The appalling abomination of a Mc.Donald's in the Louvre? Sydney Carton standing at the guillotine? The best bread and cheese in the known universe?
With me it's stairs … Paris is stairs, stairs and more stairs.
Friends' apartments are never on the lower floors; most are four or five floors up.
Elevators? Schmelevators!
This is why you so rarely see fat Parisians. Lumping your way down and then back up ninety-nine steps just to get a newspaper or a baguette (hi, Jacques-Arthur) keeps Paris slim and active.
I like to walk. A lot! But in Paris, after a good day's hike it's that last grunt up the final step before unlocking the apartment and falling into the sofa that's always the one I remember.
I can't wait to go back. My legs feel atrophied in England.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Paging Herr Doktor Freud
My current quest for something more interesting to post about than Norfolk leads me back to Paris and into le Jardin des Tuileries.
At first glance this statue is just a beardy guy enjoying the sunshine with a bunch of sparrows, but look closer and what the hell are all those scary little babies up to?
Weird!
At first glance this statue is just a beardy guy enjoying the sunshine with a bunch of sparrows, but look closer and what the hell are all those scary little babies up to?
Weird!
Monday, July 25, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Where In The World?
I'm getting a bit bored with posting photos of my neighbourhood. After all, I see it every day. I'm looking at it out of my window as I type. So from now on I might mingle into the mix a few photos from further afield, merely for my own amusement.
Like this one.
Anyone guessing both the city it was taken in and the identity of the guest photographer gets to walk round all day with a smug expression.
And no … it's not that obvious …
Like this one.
Anyone guessing both the city it was taken in and the identity of the guest photographer gets to walk round all day with a smug expression.
And no … it's not that obvious …
Friday, July 22, 2011
Form An Orderly Queue
Er …
Forgive my sudden attack of chicken-shit fever, but I was NOT going to be the one to go in there and tell the beauticians to Google "facials" and see what … ahem … comes up.
Having said that, it's supposed to be good for the skin, so …
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