Reasons to go North

Breakfast in Montmartre. It was I remembered. Though my paper blog from my 19th year also reminds me it was summer with pictures of...

Staying in the left bank Latin Quarter another easy morning stroll to St Germain, where J P Sartre and Samuel Beckett once lingered. Now...

Never again will I look at Degas ballerinas eyes and imagine innocence. Learning that for the less successful the corps de ballet was a...

Paris planned before the attacks. I heard the news driving up the M6 early the morning following. Shocked. There but by the grace of...

Clouds sat low. Drenched. Low pressure pushing stair rods of rain. No chance of last week’s escape by climbing higher. A day when tacit...

Lucky to grab time out on a rare sunny day, in what has to be one of the wettest summers in forever, and walk in Yorkshire. Open sky,...