Ah, Friday. How quickly thou doth arrive.
Yesterday I skived off with a dear friend for a couple of hours, and we went for a hoon on her broom. She and I sashayed around a couple of villages, sitting in cafes, huddling by open fires, (still very much required at this time of the year). We had a good long chat, and drank chaicolates, (it’s a word, despite google’s stern attempts at correcting me).
We stroked Turkish rugs, and sighed over wares from Istanbul. We also wandered into one of those deliciously smelly apothecary-type shops. There we slathered various body lotions all over our hands and wrists, (huffing them until our noses were dabbed with cream). When we eventually emerged, we wafted down the street – a harlot’s bouquet of every scent known to womankind and beyond. And we giggled in the witches’ shop at the statues with large pectoral muscles.
I heartily recommend fabulously silly playtime with woman friends.
Some linkies for you…
There is comfort and peace to be found in Derek Walcott’s beautiful poem ‘Love After Love’. A poem of returning home to one’s self.
How would you like to head home to this wee retreat?
I’m really rather enjoying this book, at the moment.
I’ve been on a bit of a nostalgia trip with French films. I watched and re-watched many of these faves, (no doubt familiar to so many), when I was doing my PhD years ago. I was trying to brush up my creaky French because I wanted to read French theory in its original format, as well as in translation. Watching films was a fun way to get my brain thinking in the language:
Manon Des Sources (1985) This film made a big impression upon me as a young teenager, just as did Thomas Hardy’s tales of love and rural tragedy. And a young Emmanuelle Beart is enchanting as a goatherd, running wild around the French countryside. Good old-fashioned storytelling.
Trois Coleurs Bleu (1993) exquisite, devastating, and ultimately hopeful.
The Widow of St Pierre (2001) set in 1840’s Nova Scotia. A beautifully made film. Juliette Binoche is mesmerising.
La Fille D’Artagnan (1994) A delightfully silly swashbuckler, with a female heroine (Sophie Marceau). It’s gorgeous to look at, and Marceau brings charm and athleticism to the role as musketeer D’Artagnan’s daughter. Lots of fun.
That’s all from me for a wee while. I’m flitting off on a plane next week, so apart from the Instagrin, I shall be largely absent from the interweblies. Happy Full Moon, and I hope you have a gorgeous weekend, wherever you are!
Cheerio blossoms! xxx