Dolce Acqua, Liguria
A NARROW UNDERCOVER ALLEY OF DOLCE ACQUA AND ITS ARCHES > ENTERING THE BORGO OF DOLCE ACQUA > A PATCH OF SKY BETWEEN THE TIGHTLY PACKED HOUSES > UN GATTO
We popped across the border for a day in the beautiful 15th century village of Dolce Acqua - a labyrinth of dark narrow paths winding through tall stone mass of buildings, all that cutely held together by those trademark roman arches.
Tea time chez nous
THE DINING TABLE, OUR PLACE
Inaugurating our new dining table on boxing day en famille.
What's in the box?
PRESENT OPENING AFTER MIDNIGHT
This post is not so much for the shot as for the fact that I wanted to share this discovery with you. Most of my adult life I have heard about how much women are dying to be handed that little blue box by their lover. For the men out their who are not yet in the loop, the little blue box is so highly prized because it comes from Tiffany's. All this is now superseded in my mind as I recently received the big blue box. Thank you mon chéri! And the big blue box is the one we should all be dreaming of. Because the big blue box comes from Grey Goose and contains 70cls of liquid deliciousness and two goose stamped martini glasses. Now THAT is the cat's whiskers of presents! Tchin-tchin!
Waiting for Santa
A FRENCH LESSON, "LA FAMILLE": LA MAMAN > LE PAPA > LE CHERI
A first hand photographic account of the unfortunate effects of a five course Christmas Eve dinner. Once again, Santa goes unwitnessed... by most :) But you won't be seeing any Claus shots on this blog. I'm not taking any chances with the naughty list.
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