My thoughts have gone out to the people of Cinque Terre or 'Five Worlds' in Italy's Liguria region as the sleepy fishing villages have been devastated by torrential rain. It's hard to imagine rivers of mud pouring from the mountains behind, destroying roads, bridges and lives. Such a shame
We recently visited these 'worlds' in July and the picturesque buildings of faded pinks, blues, rusts and yellows were so beautiful I was inspired to draw one of the little harbours. I also love the wee clay architectural sculptures of Cinque Terre by Artisanie Europe (see below)
We're finally home in Oz! After three months of travelling to France, Switerland, Italy, England and Spain, our journery has come to a close *sniff*. Where did the days dissappear to? Surely someone in a higher place fast forwarded the calendar to deprive us of precious days away. And I seriously thought I would be homesick within four weeks – yeh, right!
I hope you will forgive my lack of blog updates, but quite honestly, the internet sucked and blogging ended up being a drag instead of a joy
Hopefully the pictures are self-explanatory although Rowena the Cow (above) deserves her own explanation...in a little village just 15 minutes from the heart of Zurich lies a farm surrounded with shockingly brilliant green grass and a line-up of girls ready for milking. In the early afternoon, bring your pail along for the freshest of fresh milk from the coin-operated dispensary located outside the barn. Direct from cow to pail. Who knew such a treasure could be found minutes from the heart of a world leading financial hub?
Back to life, back to reality. Although Sydney isn't too bad....
Fragrant blooms, fresh olives, plump jams, flakey croissants, fish, meats, prime, ripe veges and fruits in a multitude of colours, textures and tastes. And don't get me started on the local cheese and pate! Brie, Roquefort, Chevre, Boursin and others that I have no hope of ever pronouncing, where so delicious slathered onto freshly baked crusty bread and farm fresh churned-this-morning butter. I'm so glad that we're treading the pavement for hours a day or all this indulgence will catch up, but who cares, when in Rome....or is that Reims?
Market day every Saturday 8.30am until noon, Reims centre