SHARING WITH ME

The word Picasso - yes, it sends me racing to « Where can I see the exhibition? ». There are millions of « me » out there and I would think for a million different reasons. Picasso was there, but the title for the exhibition was intriguing. « Picasso à Montmartre. Le BD « Pablo » par Julie Birmant et Clement Oubrerie." Everyone understands that. Comics? Picasso? And two other names that certainly didn’t ring a bell. 

 Marielle had never been to the Montmartre museum. I had, but when was the last time? Do you have that problem ? « A year ago perhaps? » and then you discover it was much longer than that. Yes, I had been there with a very good friend in October 2012. « A RETURN TO LA VIE BOHEME ». I read that chapter with a great deal of interest and frankly it says everything about the museum that I feel today.  Looking at Sacré Coeur from the gardens I love that tree trunk.... Don't you? Le Lapin Agile - a play on...

Earlier in the year I had itchy feet and wanted to go away for a break. Not necessarily for an exhibition. Just to get away. But where? I looked up at a photo of my Mother taken during our last little holiday before she left us. "That's it! Budapest!" We had walked a great deal on those few days but I had very little recollection of what we had seen. Budapest it would be.....Budapest it was. The plane was full of Hungarians. On our approach, we suddenly swooped up into the air again, many of us banged our head on the seats in front and ooohhhs and ahhhss were heard in the plane. The captain announced that there was a severe storm in Budapest. We were to fly to Bratislava, refuel and return when the storm had cleared. I felt sorry for the Hungarians as the announcement was only made in English and French. When we landed, there was a scramble to leave the aircraft, only to be told that no-one could get off. So I lost a half day. When we finally arrived in Budapest, the...