Maurice and I try to walk just about every day. Here are some things I’ve seen since we got back to our beach place.

I love seeing red poppies in the Spring. I usee to see a lot more in Provence, fields of them, and maybe I will find a field full of poppies (coquelicot in French) here but, in the meantime, one or two brighten my day.

Friday is the big market day in our village. We bought some fish for lunch. I always like looking at all of the varieties and the lovely patterens you see.

Paella to go.

Roasted chicken for sale. I don’t buy it if it’s been sitting as it isn’t juicy enough for me.

 Maurice and I kept seeing hikers here and there in France doing the famous Camino de Santiago, also known as Saint James way. It is the name of pilgrimage routes to the shrine of James, the Apostle in northwestern Spain. Many follow the routes as a form of spiritual growth and the path goes through many towns with churches or cathedrals where pilgrims often spent the night. It is one of the most important Christian pilgrimages done and is now on the UNESCO list as a world heritage site. It is done by the religious or by those who love to hike or just for the challenge. All of this to inform you that Maurice and I are doing a small portion of it, the part seen on the map starting at Air-sur-l’Adour almost all the way to Spain at St-Jean-de-Port. If you have seen the movie, The Way, this is where the journey starts by a father whose son died on The Way.  It’s a pretty good movie and gives you an idea of what it is like. So, we are using a company that will take our suitcase to each stop so we don’t have to carry everything in a backpack. Some of the days will be really long and I hope we are in good enough shape to do it. I guess, if we are near a road or highway we can call for a taxi. We will see. I’m hoping our daily walks will make it easier. I will write about it of course when we return. You can follow me on Instagram at Linda Pennington-Mathieu or on Facebook at Linda Mathieu where it will be mostly in real time.

Goodbye to Ibiza

A few photos taken here and there while in Ibiza, mostly on our last day.

img_1717 A night shot. As you can see, going to Dalt Vila, the top of Ibiza Town, is a cardiac workout.

img_1724 We had drinks here one night where the tables were set up on the steps. There were very low bean bag chairs and couches and I really had a struggle to get up at the end.

img_1729 We ate at a very good Thai restaurant while there-outside under the stars.

img_1739 Seen on a stroll around the harbor, a yacht, just a humble thing. This was the largest we saw. I always suspect Mafia money when I see these.

img_1749 A view from the back side of Ibiza Town. This was from the home of a famous architect, new to me, named Broner. He designed it and the furniture inside. It was very simple, really, with windows everywhere with light and views, and, of course, a patio at the top.

img_1757 The local market in what looks rather like a Greek temple.

img_1727 A rainbow to bid us adieu.

Ile de Re

We haven’t been to Ile de Re this summer but went when some friends came recently. Ile de Re is very well known in France though most Americans haven’t heard of it-however, pop singer Katy Perry was recently there with her boyfriend, Orlando Bloom which surprised me. Many Parisians go there for summer vacations, so many that it is known as the 21st arrondissement of Paris and also Ile de Riche as there are politicians and French actors in abundance although I have never seen any and probably wouldn’t know them if I did especially with hats and sun glasses everywhere. Anyway, it’s a beautiful place to visit but it is certainly packed with tourists in August.


IMG_1193[1] We stopped first in the village of la Flotte as it has a fabulous market in an old medieval square. Lots of doors and windows there to take photos of.

IMG_1199[1] A view of part of the market.

IMG_1198[1] Potatoes grown on Ile de Re.



Butter made there too.

FullSizeRender[1] - Copy (4)I loved this painting with the cow wearing lipstick. I think the poster says they prefer Emilet the cow. Even Maurice couldn’t tell me exactly what it meant.


Paris Market

The very first market I visited when I first moved to Paris was at the Place d’Aligre. It is very lively and the vegetables and fruit being sold there are cheaper than most markets. I found out that this is because they sell produce that the other market vendors pass on so you need to eat what you buy right away. I was in the neighbourhood so stopped by for a few photos.

A lot for sale.

The melon looked good.

There were piles of flowers.

There is a covered market too. This was the very nice cheese counter.

Another view of the covered section.


Maurice and I headed to the famous market at Clingancourt on Sunday on what turned out to be the chilliest day this month. In fact, it is going to get into the thirties tonight. Time to get out my winter coat. This market, also called les Puces de Saint Ouen, used to be a place where you could find fabulous deals and I suppose that can still be the case but it seems to mostly be full of very expensive antiques. It’s a large area with several separate markets and, if you exit at the metro stop, you pass through a junk/pickpocket zone before you reach it with men trying to sell phones, perfume, knock off designer purses and more along the way. We were looking for a chair and might have found one but are thinking if we really want a used one, even if in good shape, or should we get a new one?

Many of the shops are open to the streets and allies like this one.

The last of the autumn leaves hanging on outside this shop.

Upscale antique toys were here and there.

Globes for sale.

We stopped for very good steaks at the Paul Bert restaurant in the market.

The bathroom at Paul Bert’s was painted with a scene of fields of lavender at sunset with the “sunset” extending to the toilet tank on the wall.

Despite the cool temperatures, the merchants had their lunches outside on tables set up for it.

A resident dog-note the people behind him/her also eating at a table. Much more elegant than a sandwich in a corner somewhere.