Running in Paris (and some What I Wore, NOT for running!)

We're heading off to Bordeaux this (Friday)morning, where we will be meeting Lesley from the charming, lively, thoughtful (if sporadic) Peregrinations (the title and subtitle alone indicate the quality of word-smithing that goes on here). Meanwhile, I'll schedule this post for Saturday morning-ish, depending where you live. I'm working on my next post already --- more stealth photos and a

Parisian chic, of a certain age . . .

I can't imagine what nerve one has to muster to ask strangers if it's okay to photograph them for one's blog. I don't think I could do it. Instead, I pretended I was immensely interested in architectural details such as those above in order to capture such certain-age inspiration as thisAnd yes, once she'd strapped her helmet on, she motored away on her bike, an elegant woman probably in her

London Photographs

We spent Friday morning at the National Portrait Gallery, one of my favourite institutions in London. We saw two photograph exhibitions, one the work of E.O. Hoppé, and the other focusing on Ida Kar. Both constituted brilliant surveys of their respective cultural and historical milieux. Hoppé recorded some wonderfully human, candid portraits -- he was apparently interested in the diversity of

Oh to be in London, now that spring is here

This is the sort of delightful surprise that makes walking in London so rewarding. Camels as supports for benches?  All along the riverfront, these never fail to make me smile. . . . by the way, that's Pater just ahead. Here's a closer view  --  I think he looks rather dapper, dressing from his carry-on only wardrobe as well.  We'll see how the look weathers over the next six weeks . . . Our

and more Grey Casual, Trying for Chic

Made an effort again yesterday -- underneath the coat I'm wearing a grey wool flannel dress/jumper. Grey tights. My Fluevog boots.The photo below better reflects, for me, how well-dressed I feel in this coat (a Banana Republic Heritage cashmere). The one above caught me worrying a bit about proportions with the boots, the "stubbiness"factor. Pater dismissed my self-deprecation, as he should, and

What I Wore: Smart Casual with a Soupcon of Luxe

I am still having the occasional turn-myself-inside-out bout of coughing, but I'm almost ready to skip an afternoon nap again. Between inching back toward running health and seeing some very welcome sunshine, it occurs to me that it's time to smarten myself up, wardrobe-wise, as well. After all, even though I'm not in front of a classroom this term, those near and dear might be getting a bit