When I would arrive at my rental apartment in Paris, there was an old stack of books on the fireplace mantel, faded from the sunlight streaming in the window on those gloriously quiet afternoons and dusty from years of idle use.
Recently conversing with a 95 year old former school teacher, she shared that Benjamin Franklin was one of the greatest diplomats that ever lived and that he along with George Washington shared their tips on codes of conduct for young men.
Last week I dined at one of my favorite restaurants, Bistro 45, in Pasadena, a French-American bistro, where I had the second best meal of my life; the first being at Joel Robuchon’s in Las Vegas. With that in mind, rather than write about music or food I thought I’d appeal to your visual senses
I don’t know why I have this allure with horses, it’s a spiritual connection and when I’m on one, I feel I can do anything because they are magnificent animals, velvety and smooth and ever so gentle.
I was only twelve years old when I introduced myself to Shakespeare and read The Tempest. I recall there were moments when I could not grasp the language but I stuck with it. Why am I bringing that up? Because just as my twelve year old self had a stick with it attitude, today marks the seventh birthday of my Blog.
Isolde of Ireland was the daughter of the King of Ireland. She was betrothed to King Mark of Cornwall but fell in love with Tristan, the nephew of the king. She continued her affair with Tristan after her marriage with King Mark. Soon the king came to know of the affair.