arcade-ia

the burlington arcade, london, and the galerie vivienne, paris.

packing it in

la mairie, rennes.

and up.  i'm leaving rennes soon, for a summer séjour at home in houston, before starting grad school at mcgill university in montréal.  but i'm still taking pictures and cooking up a storm.  to wit, apple compote:  peel and roughly chop three or four apples (i used golden delicious), bring to a boil along with a couple tablespoons of water, then turn the heat to medium, add several tablespoons of sugar (depending on your taste), reduce until all the liquid has boiled off (about twenty minutes), then add a knob of butter (i used jean yves bordier butter, made here in brittany), and voilà.  feel free to add cinnamon, but mine was super good without it.

addicted to

monmouth coffee, at borough market.  i love the brews, obviously, and the white ceramic cones they use for drip coffee.

also, everyone who works there is super cute.

oxford

christ church college, oxford.  i like the guy in the first photo, leaning out the window in a red sweater.

blenheim palace

in woodstock, outside oxford.  designed by sir john vanbrugh and nicholas hawksmoor.  avoid the animatronics show at all costs.

happy bloomsday!

image from c.p. curran collection, ucd library.

(From a corner the morning hours run out, goldhaired, slimsandalled, in girlish blue, waspwaisted, with innocent hands.  Nimbly they dance, twirling their skipping ropes.  The hours of noon follow in amber gold.  Laughing, linked, high haircombs flashing, they catch the sun in mocking mirrors, lifting their arms.)

ti trema un poco il cuore?

back later with some diana pictures of london and environs.  if you need me, i'll be breakfasting and reading in bed (as molly), and possibly sun-worshipping in the parc thabor.

dreaming of

the pizza at princi in milan.  luckily there is a branch in london....

off to london for a bit.  forecast says: sun, shopping at liberty and topshop, plays (arcadia, waiting for godot, and jude law in hamlet), over-indulging at borough market, hipstering in shoreditch, visiting blenheim palace, and drinking more tea than is good for ye.