A plaza at sunset, and the starlings fill the skies with their inventive motions. The populace discovers a Paris few of us know.
Bonnard’s subdued lithograph intends to be savored for a long time. Don’t rush away, or you’ll miss some surprising, quiet thrills. Continue reading
You might think that having the likes of Dylan Thomas (he of, “Do not go gentle into that good night”) drop by at Christmas would be tantamount to exclusively broaching Scrooge’s Christmas Eves prior to that special one. Just in case our unlikely courier of charm might, to some, fixedly and unwelcomely portend a variation of The Nightmare before Christmas, we also have in our sack the sure-fire James Herriot and his just-right reminiscence about The Christmas Day Kitten. I’ll keep my enthusing, about Thomas’ visit, to a minimum, whereupon there is the YouTube of the author’s 1952 reading; and, then, to some hints about Herriot’s doing so much more than damage control. Continue reading