I have, for some time, been taken by the fact that when I photograph my children, they frequently manage to look contemplative, and troubled, and tousled, and very, very cool. This might have nothing to do with the fact that they are the children of two of the coolest people on the planet, and [...]
Spring is springing, and with it the quotidian miracle of new life on many fronts, not least in the fifteen centimetres of unpromising dirt that hems one side of our house block. Hard by the corrugated iron fence that daily prevents violence by separating me from my neighbours has sproinged into existence a minor [...]
The Arch Window number 35, in which we get to the guts of the matter. Image by Tttrung - own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, Link, rotated 90 degrees by me because I needed it landscape and I hope the creator doesn't mind.
The Arch Window number 34, in which we build that wall.
And they all lived happily ever after. Audio: Emirates in flight announcement, in Arabic
Yeah, look, there's only one train in this story, but if you thought I was not going to follow up the Isherwood reference of a couple of days ago with another (on the flimsiest of bases) then you have badly overestimated my creativity (or underestimated my laziness). Nor is it much of a story, frankly. [...]
A day in la Cité de Carcassonne. Some reading up on the Albigensian Crusade (C was a redoubt of the Cathars, I learn) and a short lecture is delivered in two versions for the boys on the feudal system and mediaeval military logistics, then we're off to the walled city. Which is every bit as [...]
I have left this too long, partly because it was such a waste of a day. Forewarned that Schönefeld Airport is a national joke and to be early to allow for inevitable delays, we were early, and were evitably processed with efficiency and rapidity. That left us with the best part of three hours to [...]
The way to do museums, with kids, is hit 'em early, while they're still waking up. Also, audio guides. "That queue will be at least an hour," said some bloke to some bloke I met in the queue, who relayed the message. Bloke didn't know what he was talking about, blessedly, and about half an [...]