Posts Tagged ‘Architecture’


Sunday, April 12th, 2015

Siamo arrivati.


Château Margon

Sunday, February 22nd, 2015


Lac du Salagou/Château de Clermont-l’Hérault

Sunday, January 25th, 2015

One Sunday, two different destinations. This is a two-page spread in my sketchbook, but here they are stacked, left side above right side.



Rue Bertrand de Got

Sunday, October 12th, 2014


It’s a [Mostly Ex-Pat] Party!

Friday, October 10th, 2014


Roman Baths, Gisacum

Monday, September 29th, 2014


Notre Dame d’Evreux, with Robot

Thursday, September 25th, 2014

Yes, that is indeed a robot beside Nôtre Dame d’Evreux and the old Gallo-Roman wall: it’s one of several imaginatively created from found and recycled materials and installed in the park. Juxtaposition of the old and the new is pretty typical of life here, but it doesn’t usually include robots.





Local Hero

Sunday, July 14th, 2013


Today, on Bastille Day, we wandered the streets of Sarlat, a Périgord village of remarkably well-preserved medieval and Renaissance architecture in the beautiful golden limestone of the region. We, and our fellow tourists, were inappropriately garbed for these picturesque balconies, flowery courtyards, and half-timbered façades. Really, only those in period costume ought to be allowed entrance.

Here I sketched the birthplace and childhood home of Étienne de la Boétie (1530-1563), philosopher, poet, government official in the reign of Charles IX, proponent of religious toleration in an era of bitter religious conflict, BFF of Montaigne, and, most famously, author of Discourse on Voluntary Servitude, in which he—centuries ahead of the French and American revolutions—questions and protests the inclination of human beings to acquiesce in their own oppression by tyrants.

Had he not succumbed to an outbreak of dysentery at the age of 32, what might he have gone on to write? His house (which, when la Boétie was born there, had just been completed five years earlier) seems an appropriate post for this national festival.


View from the Terrace

Saturday, July 13th, 2013

Our apartment has a tiny terrace on which we have our petit dejeuner every morning. Here we nibble our just-baked croissants, greet passersby on the way to purchase their own, and admire the graceful, ever-circling swallows, the first birds to rise and the last abed. After breakfast today I painted the view.


Gallo-Roman Hill Town

Monday, July 8th, 2013

A visit to the archaeological site and museum of the Oppidum d’Ensérune, near Capestang.