A Weekend in London

Come rain or shine
it's such a special place to be.
I love the cheerful coloured doors, the railings and the window-boxes.

I like this street in the Bloomsbury area with the brick houses
and the old-style gas lamps.

Does it always rain in England?
No, it sometimes sleets and snows and is windy!

Peering out of my hotel window in the early morning
the paths were dry!

and low and behold the sky turned blue with clouds of pink.

From the breakfast room, a friendly taxi reminded me that I was in my home country.

Off for a walk in well-known streets and admiring the pink blossom on the way.

My favourite Indian restaurant I discovered a few years ago.

Just look at that blue sky!
Oh! they're just passing!

Back to the hotel to write some cards
I like the phrase on the Post Office bag.

A walk to the end of the road to post my cards

One to Switzerland and one to Canada

and a walk through the nearest park to enjoy some spring flowers

Sweet crocus which have just been watered by an obliging shower!

Another walk around Avignon

The beauty of Art Nouveau in this decorated balcony and wrought iron balustrade.

Here is the whole building.

The charm of the back streets.
It must be bumpy cycling on those cobblestones!

A gargoyle on the edge of a roof. 
A spout in the form of a grotesque human or animal figure.
Their purpose is to throw rainwater clear of a building.

St. Pierre church

Looking up at the bell tower through the branches of a tree starting to blossom.

and admiring the bells before going for lunch in one of the numerous restaurants.

In this area, the Côtes du Rhône wine is particularly delicious.
Can you see the blue sky reflected in the glasses?

and this warm goat's cheese salad with pine nuts and fruity olive oil goes so perfectly with the wine.

Back through the streets to discover more architectural details

The sun illuminates the warm colour of this building.

An early evening walk is illuminated by shop windows showing us their wares.

What looks like a lamp in the left window, is in fact tiny suspended bottles
of olive oil glistening under hidden headlights.

which is French for olive tree.
Notice the Provençal language written in smaller letters at the bottom of the road sign.
So ends the second part of this visit to the town of Avignon.

I will leave you to wander these streets alone and enjoy the colours
of the Provence while I take a little pause.

Till next time with more blue skies!


The famous Avignon bridge is actually called
Saint Benezet Bridge.
It was first constructed in the 17th century, originally had 22 arches
 and measured 900 metres long.
The river it partially crosses is the Rhône.

One of the squares.
Almost everywhere you go, you can see a church steeple
or religious statues.

There are many cobbled streets and you need comfortable
walking shoes to get around!
The cobblestones seem to be washed every morning
and this close-up shows how these well-worn stones tell a story
of many many years right back to the Middle Ages.

There is plenty of beautiful stonework and  this door really caught my eye.

There are windows with stone carvings and decorated window panes.

and others with gorgeous reflections and decorated with flowers.

How about this lovely attic window
 with the curtain mysteriously almost closed in the afternoon?

There are many many restaurants
and my favourites are the simplest ones
which serve a simple 'plat du jour' (daily special).
This place only had room for one table for two outside.
Don't you love it?
 Shall we meet and have lunch there?

Three little olive trees all in a row
and some Savon de Marseille in the window,
the famous soap.

I have so many photographs after visiting this lovely town three times,
but I'll stop for today with this early evening shot of a rosy sky.


Seeing this clock tower in the medieval town of Avignon, France
made me think of my relation to time.

Why do I feel a special heart-connection with this image?
Because it makes me wonder how I use my time.

Sometimes it would be tempting to wish time away 
and project oneself into an imagined future where our minds try to persuade us
that it might be a better place!
Why would I wish to be elsewhere than where I am?

Whatever I am doing now
can be done with consciousness
in a meaningful way:
the cleaning, the shopping, the cooking, washing-up. 
Doing my work.
Even waiting at a bus stop can take on new meaning
a new feeling of aliveness.

What time is it?
It's time to be content with whatever form this moment is taking.
Am I really here?
Am I wishing the preciousness of this moment away?

This moment,
the very best place to be at all times.
This moment,
the only one we can ever really experience.

When I live fully in the present, 
I am truly alive with awareness of every detail around me.
I am part of it
I feel at one with it.
I don't need to be somewhere else.
I am here!

What time is it for you?