Marché quai St Antoine – Célestins


Shrugging on coats, we laced up our shoes,  scooped up three dog leashes and headed for the door. La meute (the pack) do their absolute best to restrain from barking, to avoid waking up the entire building at 7.30 am on a Saturday morning in Lyon. With little ‘shhh’ reminders, I can see the effort they are making to stay calm, so eager to please us but fizzing with excitement for a morning walk.  I am blissfully in love with this city, a passion that has spanned unrelenting for more than two decades and I am ethereal as I  float down the staircase to the front door. Hauling open the huge carved wooden door we are slapped by the sounds of the city. Already very much awake even for a weekend, we find cyclists pedal along furiously, traffic signals interchange and street cleaners open water valves and spray arcs of water out onto the street. Continue reading “Marché quai St Antoine – Célestins”

Puzzles des annees 50


I recently found some puzzles that are as they would say here, a croquer, literally ‘to crunch’, so gorgeous I just want to eat them. Giddy and bubbly over these finds, I have to share one before I evaporate entirely. I encountered a man who was clearing out some old family toys from the 1950s and didn’t hesitate to snap them up. I am sure you will be really impressed, I can’t believe my luck… Continue reading “Puzzles des annees 50”

Petit cubes grisatre – Crozets

Chasing slippery egg through flour and damming it up before it escaped. A dust of gritty nutmeg  sullies the strong white flour, a good sized pinch of salt scatters across the deep dark richness of ground sarrasin. Kneaded together forms a shade of pale, speckled grey. A melding of contrasts to form the smoothest, most generous dough.

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A cultural misunderstanding

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Perhaps he’s british: you haven’t remarked yet that you’ve crossed the channel?

I had completely forgotten that I’d ordered them when I went to the mailbox and retrieved the padded envelope.  Tearing it open and tipping out the small  transparent plastic container I was still in the dark; when I turned it over and found a few pieces of popcorn covered in specks I finally remembered. I burst out laughing at the absurdity of it, my ladybird larvae had arrived. Continue reading “A cultural misunderstanding”