When I was in Grenoble I managed to see this fabulous exhibition of Doisneau’s photographs of the Alps. He went there regularly. Sadly online I’ve failed to find any of the realy interesting pictures of early skiing (in every day suits!) or the wonderful pictures of peasant life.
I’m growing a collection of Chinese Buddliea in places it ought not to be.
French posties’s bicycle
I’m just back from the farmers market, about to start a bit of crochet before I go to my sat afternoon shift at work. I’m crafting up a storm here and will try to take some photos soon of finished items. If you are craving some real mail sign up here for my mailing list. everyone gets a bit of real mail from me!
My niece Alex aged 5 is quite a foodie. Her favourite cheese is from a farmshop outside Cambridge – a goats cheese rolled in ash. She once announced ‘Mummy we DON’T HAVE ENOUGH ARTICHOKES’. In honour of Alex my friend took me to the best cheese shop in Grenoble. It was saturday morning and the queue snaked out the door. I wish Alex could have sampled it. One of the delights was a long low window of glass inside under the counter so you could look down into the basement to see all the cheeses maturing away.