and he was commanding – the Army of Sambre and Meuse and the Army of the Orient.
He is Jean-Baptiste Kléber as he stands in Strasbourg, his native city.

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We were driving from Germany to Perpignan, we overnighted in Bourg-en-Bresse. This fellow waved us away and towards the South. Wind turbines on the way. Then we passed the Porta dels Països Catalans, the gate to the Catalan region. And soon afterwards, our first glimpse … Continue reading To the South and back


This sculpture by Tomi Ungerer, called either Aqueduct of Janus or Janus fountain (l’Aqueduc de Janus or Fontaine de Janus), signifies the double culture of Strasbourg, shaped by France and Germany in equal measure. It features a double sided Janus head looking in two directions, west and east.

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Two opposites: outdoor shopping in Valledoria in Sardinia – indoor shopping in Forchheim in Franken.


And here is the competition – CBD instead of tobacco. And dolls, lotsa dolls.


Only for window shopping if you don’t want to bring home dust collectors in your home.
And inside my favourite kind of store in Bourg-en-Bresse. Not just tables and tables stacked with books but also with notes of the booksellers and their personal critiques (the good books get little hearts).
Vineyards – rows and rows of wine to be. The arcade of the lake in Böblingen; the little canal in Weinheim’s old tanners’ quarter. The Leimbach which is supplying the water to various water features in the Schwetzingen Palace gardens. A lavender field in the … Continue reading From Vinyards to Lavender Fields

I was hiking on my own in southern France. I wanted to walk up to the Tour de la Massane above Argelès-sur-Mer near Perpignan. I passed one farmhouse with two dogs trying to block my way and I passed them, feeling very uneasy doing so. About a kilometre further on, the road led past another farmhouse and this time it was four dogs that barricaded the my way. I didn’t dare to go back (because of the two I had already met) so I kept walking and the old guys were hanging back but the black one kept getting closer. I decided not to chance it and took the next turn back down towards where I had parked the car. He was friendly enough but followed me all the way back to my car, I guess he wanted to make sure that I really left.
That’s me and dawn (miniscule letter!). The exception proves the rule. FOWC with Fandango: Antithetical