tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37758343792186465512024-03-19T12:41:42.143+01:00A French EducationAt home in France: French country and city livingP.B. Lecronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804083711874529527noreply@blogger.comBlogger869125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775834379218646551.post-37672963248295063822024-03-19T12:41:00.000+01:002024-03-19T12:41:09.270+01:00WITH AN EYE ON THE PEACOCK<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib5T130xpmR1VTbQ0GvcLo0Zc_ZcffwD2Up46WbKsLI9TBB7Nb8K82Ajah0Tt6t2RU5lPz1X3Y6dH_4ZgOSVxL_Xa_5FqOVI7HctgSJvkMrUrpEJv4Z2BPRPTWWHmBvLunQCq5DcUaX7Teps0uL0mWQnh37jX9xMRMc4rSLStv5iV_yFj5yfQNwG0vUbs/s1840/IMG_6965.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1840" data-original-width="1390" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib5T130xpmR1VTbQ0GvcLo0Zc_ZcffwD2Up46WbKsLI9TBB7Nb8K82Ajah0Tt6t2RU5lPz1X3Y6dH_4ZgOSVxL_Xa_5FqOVI7HctgSJvkMrUrpEJv4Z2BPRPTWWHmBvLunQCq5DcUaX7Teps0uL0mWQnh37jX9xMRMc4rSLStv5iV_yFj5yfQNwG0vUbs/w484-h640/IMG_6965.jpg" width="484" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>L'oeil de paon</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Close up of a peacock's tail just after it shifted from blue-green to an elusive or <i>insaissable </i>copper.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Photo taken at the Parc Bagatelle, Paris</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">©2024 P. 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Lecronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804083711874529527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775834379218646551.post-39161553079675657892024-01-26T10:15:00.000+01:002024-01-26T10:15:12.358+01:00SHIFTING COLORS<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: x-large;"><i>True to its name</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG5QgjIijdrIt8HxFuTjQMsEc2yO-uubiw7Jh8VKUhjktV4nEvBJ9zLOoDp4WLoOw22jOE-c1m7pI_aQS5q3II-xsB2D__ojv7B8BHNKkG9Uua58ESPYiVelLaQE5sEknvoR3RrVtIBjUewc38bfUqalsoFHj69C-Woby61bDajhq4o8hVrL0gwpsNjow/s4032/IMG_6502.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG5QgjIijdrIt8HxFuTjQMsEc2yO-uubiw7Jh8VKUhjktV4nEvBJ9zLOoDp4WLoOw22jOE-c1m7pI_aQS5q3II-xsB2D__ojv7B8BHNKkG9Uua58ESPYiVelLaQE5sEknvoR3RrVtIBjUewc38bfUqalsoFHj69C-Woby61bDajhq4o8hVrL0gwpsNjow/w480-h640/IMG_6502.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-size: x-large;"><i>La Côte d'Opale</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e;">France's Opal Coast is just that--opalescent.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e;">It's shifting colors run along 90 kilometers of coastline in the Nord-Pas-de-Calais.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e;">The photo above was taken in the town of <i>Cucq Trépied Stella Plage</i>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">©2024 P. 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Lecronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804083711874529527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775834379218646551.post-79652537315848392482023-10-13T09:18:00.002+02:002023-10-13T09:37:12.178+02:00LICKING GOOD<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZxeHZ_cya_2L82qiVFlFsObEr6YMCvGBp_cQHoFA0iJY1BGSHqxK1ihJUG4QrxN7agbvU7T7i2vrBqfFMxLDYMwbM3P-D-ar2ShEuclXVYMPEX7KppKtpQ2QGjbHkI-4Ij3J1y480klF2tM-BxlbtZ19Ks7TCmvH4htX_NM1v61ogJ9Lqd-wIm2EhDWg/s1382/IMG_5770.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1382" data-original-width="1170" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZxeHZ_cya_2L82qiVFlFsObEr6YMCvGBp_cQHoFA0iJY1BGSHqxK1ihJUG4QrxN7agbvU7T7i2vrBqfFMxLDYMwbM3P-D-ar2ShEuclXVYMPEX7KppKtpQ2QGjbHkI-4Ij3J1y480klF2tM-BxlbtZ19Ks7TCmvH4htX_NM1v61ogJ9Lqd-wIm2EhDWg/w542-h640/IMG_5770.jpg" width="542" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">Langue de chien vaut le médecin</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i>A dog's tongue is worth a doctor</i></p><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> An old French dictum, and variations thereof, imply that a dog's saliva has healing</div><div style="text-align: center;">properties, which would explain in part why man's best friend is always on the spot to lick his wounds.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The family's Cavalier King Charles, above, is a case on point.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">©2023 P. 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Lecronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804083711874529527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775834379218646551.post-13994855278880147982023-10-11T11:12:00.001+02:002023-10-13T08:04:16.441+02:00BETWEEN LAND AND SEA<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrTT4XMLv3YvZdC8j6-HJj9KThEIeCkUj0_uJDb6bzjcoj5qTnEkdszgZv7Kg3-Me_8QTljDCbe41-SUAUaDrm-9-UMRN3equc-rVAUi9ScDT9MAiNUBaEqQrAPheXSKoWHihUYlrwscoUyW5l_WbrxmfXjZmZz9aCzhO1hRrR5RiL44e5s_udI8YZASo/s3480/IMG_6429.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3480" data-original-width="2610" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrTT4XMLv3YvZdC8j6-HJj9KThEIeCkUj0_uJDb6bzjcoj5qTnEkdszgZv7Kg3-Me_8QTljDCbe41-SUAUaDrm-9-UMRN3equc-rVAUi9ScDT9MAiNUBaEqQrAPheXSKoWHihUYlrwscoUyW5l_WbrxmfXjZmZz9aCzhO1hRrR5RiL44e5s_udI8YZASo/w480-h640/IMG_6429.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i style="color: #bf9000; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">La Ria d'Ete</span></i><span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><i>l...entre terre et mer</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A charming site is this body of water formed by an arm of the sea in the backcountry of the southern part of French Brittany's Morbihan. Above is a view of a small 11th-12th century Roman chapel</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">on the Ile de Saint Cado, dedicated to the fifth-century evangelist Welsh monk, Saint Cado, for whom the island is named. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">©2023 P. B. Lecron</div><br /> <p></p>P.B. Lecronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804083711874529527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775834379218646551.post-8412812328046999462023-09-05T11:50:00.000+02:002023-09-05T11:50:11.687+02:00NOW WE ARE SEPTEMBER<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyzlMsMNaX9PHP7KLkXm-ZsKopMrOEuQ2VWUuPmDwtK9pqtVac5yUzzIvK5wa8g2edQxW7iOnzUijc6Lt0BTZ5tNrysq8gtt7NFoNvvW-X0bkjXD48HKGV15sX_y6TlWzz8jmunSol27mn8UcbxHJ1mSTnTsjOF0VFkMLmTgWAbH2hmrGnfRG_jMSUrbQ/s4032/IMG_6381.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyzlMsMNaX9PHP7KLkXm-ZsKopMrOEuQ2VWUuPmDwtK9pqtVac5yUzzIvK5wa8g2edQxW7iOnzUijc6Lt0BTZ5tNrysq8gtt7NFoNvvW-X0bkjXD48HKGV15sX_y6TlWzz8jmunSol27mn8UcbxHJ1mSTnTsjOF0VFkMLmTgWAbH2hmrGnfRG_jMSUrbQ/w480-h640/IMG_6381.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Septembre se nomme le mai de l'automne.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">An old French dictum meaning that September is the May of autumn. So true.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Allée des platanes, Arboretum de Versailles-Chèvreloup.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <p></p>P.B. Lecronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804083711874529527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775834379218646551.post-59116679730772619862023-04-30T08:18:00.000+02:002023-04-30T08:18:05.155+02:00IN ALL ITS SPLENDOR<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2sVtr_42SUGq5j8Y6jW5chdg2-pvHThQa5jt5sqAEfDl1wWvAxdSXn6pwHi1RvwLKTzt8jy6OL3rTn5EW4NzVS_ZziStQO6tZdn4q8U27LwDKn0R_cdwoqC6G0NE5LdKvLwEMmLjDcwP65Dz6f6KpeoGtudN5LzvjoF9-O1p7J4YkOHZY3iQH-y7S/s2896/IMG_5068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2896" data-original-width="1667" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2sVtr_42SUGq5j8Y6jW5chdg2-pvHThQa5jt5sqAEfDl1wWvAxdSXn6pwHi1RvwLKTzt8jy6OL3rTn5EW4NzVS_ZziStQO6tZdn4q8U27LwDKn0R_cdwoqC6G0NE5LdKvLwEMmLjDcwP65Dz6f6KpeoGtudN5LzvjoF9-O1p7J4YkOHZY3iQH-y7S/w368-h640/IMG_5068.jpg" width="368" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Dans toute sa splendeur </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">©2023 P. 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Lecronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804083711874529527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775834379218646551.post-49178430205187500682023-04-10T13:10:00.001+02:002023-04-10T13:10:42.135+02:00COUCOU!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE__znZBfpocxBLum39ZI2I2fE36hMa158xLrwCfzp1GNpQ1y22tLAYGMq7kwaCLhaEIBvCT5ZyfncUhoGS8qd8hKD0JfPUi4JlpJi129OR6eJ0LX5G1I0rQ-xz4x_rGFMisfWUfj3-W_66xucWiMN15NmcxDNzYmCDk1hwp9TtoQhgHvE71j6LRzw/s1686/IMG_5263.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1686" data-original-width="1404" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE__znZBfpocxBLum39ZI2I2fE36hMa158xLrwCfzp1GNpQ1y22tLAYGMq7kwaCLhaEIBvCT5ZyfncUhoGS8qd8hKD0JfPUi4JlpJi129OR6eJ0LX5G1I0rQ-xz4x_rGFMisfWUfj3-W_66xucWiMN15NmcxDNzYmCDk1hwp9TtoQhgHvE71j6LRzw/w532-h640/IMG_5263.jpg" width="532" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <i>Coucou</i>--it's the name of a bird, it's a friendly and familiar greeting, and it's a name for an early spring wildflower, the <i>primevère officinale</i>. A fun and easy French word to know.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">©2023 P. B. Lecron</div><p></p>P.B. Lecronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804083711874529527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775834379218646551.post-49839597565185301482023-03-31T13:12:00.000+02:002023-03-31T13:12:16.898+02:00BRIGHT AND YELLOW<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjFmh30YFOwwWwhvcPbGZYvp1por03w_3cB37y6r6UBDatPt0GlsuOq0KJwTPdJC_kfoAFCOgek-kjX1MvbaDDaO0CrpXFrewwAmnsmpJCI2W5ckNZJl8uLYHtcsD8Go4H2uzyTe8sELP2ksHVbtmjTwNrDXgbh7eKKs0qmsF0HQahxSWJ9ZqNkIMW/s4032/IMG_5142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjFmh30YFOwwWwhvcPbGZYvp1por03w_3cB37y6r6UBDatPt0GlsuOq0KJwTPdJC_kfoAFCOgek-kjX1MvbaDDaO0CrpXFrewwAmnsmpJCI2W5ckNZJl8uLYHtcsD8Go4H2uzyTe8sELP2ksHVbtmjTwNrDXgbh7eKKs0qmsF0HQahxSWJ9ZqNkIMW/w480-h640/IMG_5142.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A wave of cheerful jonquils brighten a cloudy gray day in the <i>Parc Bagatelle</i>, Paris.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">©2023 P. 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Lecronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804083711874529527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775834379218646551.post-37539976634617281782023-03-30T10:32:00.001+02:002023-03-30T12:35:01.626+02:00GOOSE AND GANDER<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcKxO4mjmzyK4liE-c4f1clejSQuy9Quqnu0mwnITLIl8-4-HJUs_A471-zhoN0fdJVp-iq4FFfwmbYmiK5sGXJq_mbWBIoZ1UTb9qYQMzFhHOjRnNXre0IrBlTIRTMXXyDsjP-INt02e-ei2VDhXEORmw0PYgR60An1iqo3eGHspNDoeUB10h0b5J/s3397/IMG_4899.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3397" data-original-width="3012" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcKxO4mjmzyK4liE-c4f1clejSQuy9Quqnu0mwnITLIl8-4-HJUs_A471-zhoN0fdJVp-iq4FFfwmbYmiK5sGXJq_mbWBIoZ1UTb9qYQMzFhHOjRnNXre0IrBlTIRTMXXyDsjP-INt02e-ei2VDhXEORmw0PYgR60An1iqo3eGHspNDoeUB10h0b5J/w567-h640/IMG_4899.jpg" width="567" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A pair of resident Canadian geese in the Parisian <i>Parc Bagatelle</i>. Although normally a migratory bird, the <i>Bernache du Canada </i>has become sedentary in France. And why not! </div><div style="text-align: center;">First introduced to England in the 17th century, then onto the European continent, the territorially agressive Canadian goose has unfortunately been classified in France as an invasive exotic species since 2010. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">©2023 P. B. Lecron</div><p></p>P.B. Lecronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804083711874529527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775834379218646551.post-12064691939155851672023-03-27T18:11:00.000+02:002023-03-27T18:11:50.568+02:00A LITERARY SYMBOL <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKEQkhT9M5DR0NJFW6fL43WbA1qhPgz8fKeSIda0vN8WtsnqmKdoBq_y58cP7XZEt0bBgQE1b3g0FK4VYDREnoRO6UtJxA6whMOWiJ8e4Nt53GQW8eK4bgwFJcakTpF08l1qCglR0yUFdnYwsC0c2XntOg2vOEaw1VAL81TPuDxi3vmdVZxVv4dSyV/s1878/IMG_5166.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1748" data-original-width="1878" height="596" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKEQkhT9M5DR0NJFW6fL43WbA1qhPgz8fKeSIda0vN8WtsnqmKdoBq_y58cP7XZEt0bBgQE1b3g0FK4VYDREnoRO6UtJxA6whMOWiJ8e4Nt53GQW8eK4bgwFJcakTpF08l1qCglR0yUFdnYwsC0c2XntOg2vOEaw1VAL81TPuDxi3vmdVZxVv4dSyV/w640-h596/IMG_5166.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Mysterious, majestic, and even maligned as vain, the peacock actually has an anthology of literary texts dedicated to it that range from Antiquity to the early 20th century. Marie-Pierre Fougerouse selected and compiled the texts which appear in her book, <i>Le Paon: un chef d'oeuvre vivant.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-large;">Vocabulary</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>la traîne du paon:</i> the long tail feathers of the male peacock</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">©2023 P. B. Lecron</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><p></p>P.B. Lecronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804083711874529527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775834379218646551.post-56138680420217064722023-03-21T10:41:00.000+01:002023-03-21T10:41:24.602+01:00A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF_CvqN8b3NJI2LO8HsA6PJuvchsGrCVnMzfacwgnke7sOqNTjBLVzODqYrcWnWWpYIYCNPD9c6jcAuZrklPAmf_pUaTQY4PtQY6fYrpVCTbB72yZQD3d8Hs9NrQXwoUIHEfIITzYYGKOVnK3N4EcE2wfqK0nWYrp_bmyckkc-Pr_8cCnLctM_Zerx/s4032/IMG_5006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF_CvqN8b3NJI2LO8HsA6PJuvchsGrCVnMzfacwgnke7sOqNTjBLVzODqYrcWnWWpYIYCNPD9c6jcAuZrklPAmf_pUaTQY4PtQY6fYrpVCTbB72yZQD3d8Hs9NrQXwoUIHEfIITzYYGKOVnK3N4EcE2wfqK0nWYrp_bmyckkc-Pr_8cCnLctM_Zerx/w480-h640/IMG_5006.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> A delicate touch for this wheelbarrow used by gardeners in the <i>roseraie</i> at the Parc de Bagatelle.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;">Vocabulary</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>une brouette: </i>a wheelbarrow</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>un pochoir: </i>a stencil</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>une roseraie: a rose garden</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">©2023 P. 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Lecronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804083711874529527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775834379218646551.post-48860372703112754182023-03-20T08:55:00.000+01:002023-03-20T08:55:22.241+01:00GET GOING<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8O6vVUPMX577kQu3F7LUwtMCpr6naJw82AouzkHxl2c_RVTLZC0Q3ffmJ95lGhl6GenOAkzGfRsW1tpfdoPve2nBB5o11RovIPv_pwCwMF_zOGt2qw1e_-8uRZBtlnv4tX9wxXDJUzODJf2deH2qRxrvzVYNGQ4GFyCdhtiAOHygzI3EIoTFVf31-/s4032/IMG_4947.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8O6vVUPMX577kQu3F7LUwtMCpr6naJw82AouzkHxl2c_RVTLZC0Q3ffmJ95lGhl6GenOAkzGfRsW1tpfdoPve2nBB5o11RovIPv_pwCwMF_zOGt2qw1e_-8uRZBtlnv4tX9wxXDJUzODJf2deH2qRxrvzVYNGQ4GFyCdhtiAOHygzI3EIoTFVf31-/w640-h480/IMG_4947.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"> L'écurie use plus le cheval que la course.</span> </i></div><div style="text-align: center;">This French proverb, "the stable wears out the horse more than the race," is used to express the idea that the lazy man who stays home and loafs is more tired than the one who works.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Stables at the Haras de Jardy, Marnes-la-Coquette.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">©2023 P. 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Lecronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804083711874529527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775834379218646551.post-63829555548611455792023-03-15T10:17:00.001+01:002023-03-15T10:17:23.988+01:00DOUCE FRANCE<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdiRRmgtffPKGCdPlFeSGh1jiiuRvqvC2n4wSGZQ1pEkRyuWDFo7vBbhMCjO3QWT26anLYYfiMQ6b6WYwPknoqfE7L2-Xxwi3sNNadKNQwi8GO20wqWpDT1arg_UkAsWpV0qmU3EZ-qwb9RqFGo1F8TFucRT0wnGiiTJZlS8hqzSkSM5ZkToVHVGVR/s3397/IMG_4899.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3397" data-original-width="3012" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdiRRmgtffPKGCdPlFeSGh1jiiuRvqvC2n4wSGZQ1pEkRyuWDFo7vBbhMCjO3QWT26anLYYfiMQ6b6WYwPknoqfE7L2-Xxwi3sNNadKNQwi8GO20wqWpDT1arg_UkAsWpV0qmU3EZ-qwb9RqFGo1F8TFucRT0wnGiiTJZlS8hqzSkSM5ZkToVHVGVR/w568-h640/IMG_4899.jpg" width="568" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">Life's simple pleasures</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">From an early springtime promenade in the <i>Parc Bagatelle, Bois de Boulogne.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">©2023 P. 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Lecronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804083711874529527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775834379218646551.post-54556615933958399672023-03-13T17:50:00.000+01:002023-03-13T17:50:37.997+01:00LUNCH BREAK<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZyjtGVtJom3vtircXuy2aJNB8-HdOiBjrTbcltTrsSvKste69I9-zYB5dlEV_iXkrFjaOJhZLlQhiiuspwSywAsA8d66xoUuwZqq8UGACp4Seqk1hFSpkT-U9bRr7cvVI2ZLXXgpzWJ4IG7ozpvlab_zugEdqFvPDjySMzqb6JbUkR1uHrylwTz-x/s3950/IMG_5008%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3950" data-original-width="2962" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZyjtGVtJom3vtircXuy2aJNB8-HdOiBjrTbcltTrsSvKste69I9-zYB5dlEV_iXkrFjaOJhZLlQhiiuspwSywAsA8d66xoUuwZqq8UGACp4Seqk1hFSpkT-U9bRr7cvVI2ZLXXgpzWJ4IG7ozpvlab_zugEdqFvPDjySMzqb6JbUkR1uHrylwTz-x/w480-h640/IMG_5008%202.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Pause-déjeuner</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Noon at the Parisian <i>Parc de Bagatelle</i> in the heart of the <i>Bois de Boulogne</i> before the official arrival of springtime.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">©2023 P. 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Lecronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804083711874529527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775834379218646551.post-37267268378549006342023-03-10T14:25:00.001+01:002023-03-10T14:25:55.403+01:00HOW BEAUTIFUL IT IS!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSR3nQzVGCMA-pM-nO_JNa3b128zK2VhCDBMPtEG9Y-wmXBZ8f_YJFMlHizVuN7Ysa8x1okjugun7ofAcOFqRS1CH1rsYryjxfLf7DO9BhPz8LiqmF86OV5UrSblYOqx0mu1wvzbw2aIhwauVhXPqkyCSvAK1LXVl0UPABxscJnVRr4DTxH5CM2InZ/s3971/IMG_4851.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3971" height="488" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSR3nQzVGCMA-pM-nO_JNa3b128zK2VhCDBMPtEG9Y-wmXBZ8f_YJFMlHizVuN7Ysa8x1okjugun7ofAcOFqRS1CH1rsYryjxfLf7DO9BhPz8LiqmF86OV5UrSblYOqx0mu1wvzbw2aIhwauVhXPqkyCSvAK1LXVl0UPABxscJnVRr4DTxH5CM2InZ/w640-h488/IMG_4851.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Comme c'est beau!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">A late winter view of the remaining water basin at the <i>Parc Royal de Marly-le-Roi</i>.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was in this royal domaine, half-way between Versailles and Saint Germain-en-Laye,<i> </i>that Louis XIV constructed a small château where he would go to relax and get away from the trappings of royal court of Versailles. The Sun King's favorite retreat, with its enchanting pavillons, gardens, and gigantic cascading fountain, was unfortunately destroyed following the Revolution.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">©2023 P. B. Lecron</div><p></p>P.B. Lecronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804083711874529527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775834379218646551.post-32991159715142566772023-01-22T13:20:00.003+01:002023-02-13T13:57:29.078+01:00A FRIENDLY ARGUMENT<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhSqSRmTmFDZI0XhKHlxpWuuKX3fPZhnh8EoaehoX_poP6OlvJNAocrFGkyXcJPIk0_A-1rZlBuultyRIKuLfYvh5wjpRyTP8SalYsfL6T8eeGceVxyhI4gvVo0dab-hXA3lx3du_lx-VlCnvKR-RxPuLv53PknFYW2xCGtLvBKn4Z07Mny1dnOrzR4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2250" data-original-width="1803" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhSqSRmTmFDZI0XhKHlxpWuuKX3fPZhnh8EoaehoX_poP6OlvJNAocrFGkyXcJPIk0_A-1rZlBuultyRIKuLfYvh5wjpRyTP8SalYsfL6T8eeGceVxyhI4gvVo0dab-hXA3lx3du_lx-VlCnvKR-RxPuLv53PknFYW2xCGtLvBKn4Z07Mny1dnOrzR4=w512-h640" width="512" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"N''importe quoi!"</i> says Minette to Charlie, the family's friendly Cavalier King Charles.</div><div style="text-align: center;">These two do get along, however.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"> S'entendre comme chien et chat</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">In English we say "to get along like cats and dogs," interestingly preceding dogs with cats.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Perhaps for alliteration, or perhaps because of pecking order. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">Vocabulary</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>un dispute amical: </i>a friendly argument</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>une bagarre: a fight, a brawl</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">Expression</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>N'importe quoi!: </i>Nonsense!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">©2023 P. B. Lecron</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><p></p>P.B. Lecronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804083711874529527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775834379218646551.post-68455130295441660962022-10-06T09:51:00.000+02:002022-10-06T09:51:07.084+02:00"OUR" LE NÔTRE<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi060SUOrswaXsF4PYfU8FIMLJwshvD-OfOQrqnJtK1MqPRxOmM5I-ColUHSlF6Z4Uw7RK2whUx2a2H__B2WKkCQ2VWEYGJJV4gxrfgwAqTyGaPJi1mo5uViCdfQ72B10YoRxy0l_bwEzUJY_QR--NhE6uhNjcZUkb_b3T7SbhoKOWmPKCO6m7v3Kp/s3247/IMG_1259%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3247" data-original-width="2209" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi060SUOrswaXsF4PYfU8FIMLJwshvD-OfOQrqnJtK1MqPRxOmM5I-ColUHSlF6Z4Uw7RK2whUx2a2H__B2WKkCQ2VWEYGJJV4gxrfgwAqTyGaPJi1mo5uViCdfQ72B10YoRxy0l_bwEzUJY_QR--NhE6uhNjcZUkb_b3T7SbhoKOWmPKCO6m7v3Kp/w436-h640/IMG_1259%202.jpg" width="436" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> One of the many reasons why people love the <i>city</i> of Versailles.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Statue of André Le Nôtre, Louis XIV's landscape artist, on <i>avenue de Saint-Cloud, </i></div><div style="text-align: center;">one of the three main thoroughfares that lead to the center of town and the<i> Château de Versailles.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">©2022 P. 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Lecronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804083711874529527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775834379218646551.post-83254670430734584852022-09-13T13:19:00.001+02:002022-09-13T13:19:48.554+02:00SCAT!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitlKQ9vuT6K-XsKvzPAWviY4IkIKvSRHaTttQQCyuhL0yvZF8zQqGo74cjgTP9Q0GL2-WupmRVV1rrHgBUh_5ddZsrxD_Q7FlVSMbib5G8Lt82p7p9G-_Sp3pXYo7gdspS_qeagLnrsZEwy7smNtWtMhHJBN59MTwkQjwTwET1DFczjg8mJ-YVrKCX/s2790/IMG_3900%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2790" data-original-width="1987" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitlKQ9vuT6K-XsKvzPAWviY4IkIKvSRHaTttQQCyuhL0yvZF8zQqGo74cjgTP9Q0GL2-WupmRVV1rrHgBUh_5ddZsrxD_Q7FlVSMbib5G8Lt82p7p9G-_Sp3pXYo7gdspS_qeagLnrsZEwy7smNtWtMhHJBN59MTwkQjwTwET1DFczjg8mJ-YVrKCX/w456-h640/IMG_3900%202.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"><i>Il n'y a pas de quoi fouetter un chat !</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">There's nothing to be mad about!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">This expression can be translated in the literal sense to "there's no reason to beat a cat."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">Vocabulary</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>fouetter: </i>whip, beat; whisk (culinary)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>filer</i>: to scat, to scram</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">©2022 P. 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Lecronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804083711874529527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775834379218646551.post-43853621389355688482022-09-12T11:38:00.001+02:002022-09-12T14:34:02.686+02:00EVERY STAMP TELLS A STORY<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;"><i>Elle était toujours là</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMDRs-9hlRubUyL2NjHwc_qKS7opVlipWCfPLQpgPCZkmr2bnMfOATCJZMjMUZV6fnsu8B_NKNpli0gVMWCsLY69Uo3WccEmfGYCAdr4kgmnuRF8vwD70yyAuysNalt29vm-4YPZRSY2GjdQSHEPEt3gJfFC3JA3Zt9mlbFPCQitYHgU3Aewfk9Cn1/s3309/IMG_4297.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3309" data-original-width="2592" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMDRs-9hlRubUyL2NjHwc_qKS7opVlipWCfPLQpgPCZkmr2bnMfOATCJZMjMUZV6fnsu8B_NKNpli0gVMWCsLY69Uo3WccEmfGYCAdr4kgmnuRF8vwD70yyAuysNalt29vm-4YPZRSY2GjdQSHEPEt3gJfFC3JA3Zt9mlbFPCQitYHgU3Aewfk9Cn1/w502-h640/IMG_4297.jpg" width="502" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;"> A page from a French child's stamp collection</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Collecting stamps is an activity that makes the philatelist, be he young or old, feel connected </span>to a nation's history. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Queen Elizabeth II will always have an important place in the pages of history, and a special place in the hearts of the United Kingdom's French friends.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A remarkable and much beloved global leader.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">©2022 P. 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Lecronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804083711874529527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775834379218646551.post-85648402337848535762022-09-08T08:17:00.000+02:002022-09-08T08:17:14.931+02:00YONDER-LAND<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivvMkYsVASppGpZacpflYpNBTMln6kTHS4x6JTNoKlk21k4LnvAhpOSkECmcrWINJHr3OxCYtnXf1mrd6zrA25li61-07uuzqzQHXfoSEuTG8okKfRtNedpOUcrNzvUJOpV0A6Ikq3IDVoANR-ZLBi_-meOiEtG9WXoSzUi4p83hPQybKGyGPU7iFo/s2016/bb3ba95c-bd4b-48d5-ab03-1fd02d27cfeb.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1134" data-original-width="2016" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivvMkYsVASppGpZacpflYpNBTMln6kTHS4x6JTNoKlk21k4LnvAhpOSkECmcrWINJHr3OxCYtnXf1mrd6zrA25li61-07uuzqzQHXfoSEuTG8okKfRtNedpOUcrNzvUJOpV0A6Ikq3IDVoANR-ZLBi_-meOiEtG9WXoSzUi4p83hPQybKGyGPU7iFo/w640-h360/bb3ba95c-bd4b-48d5-ab03-1fd02d27cfeb.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <i><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">La vie en pittoresque</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">A glimpse of mountain life in the French Alps on a trail near <i>Pralognan-la-Vanoise.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Photo courtesy of Patrick Lecron</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">Vocabulary</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>la randonnée pédestre: </i>hiking</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>faire de la randonnée: </i>to go hiking</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>balader: </i>to hike, stroll, walk, ramble</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>un aperçu, un coup d'oeil: </i>a glimpse</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">©2022 P. 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Lecronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804083711874529527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775834379218646551.post-85194699193444901222022-09-07T18:25:00.000+02:002022-09-07T18:25:26.824+02:00COME WHAT MAY<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: x-large;"><i>Stepping into surrealism</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0_yvVaWByYzp9ZFTUgxNJ88M5RYLCQTQIlHV7G5DpLIz9tav5HSpiU-GivhPJF2ip5xInlUx2zjb53HcY7RVlzSYFU_s5E-wsRiczw1PN8HX6hflV_QsIpmIFFkMxQZvLNCzYED_FeLvemrOusDl_DEU9v1Os3eJVYkBLrsjnfxFTTdrYG286qiGU/s3192/IMG_1261%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3192" data-original-width="2401" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0_yvVaWByYzp9ZFTUgxNJ88M5RYLCQTQIlHV7G5DpLIz9tav5HSpiU-GivhPJF2ip5xInlUx2zjb53HcY7RVlzSYFU_s5E-wsRiczw1PN8HX6hflV_QsIpmIFFkMxQZvLNCzYED_FeLvemrOusDl_DEU9v1Os3eJVYkBLrsjnfxFTTdrYG286qiGU/w482-h640/IMG_1261%202.jpg" width="482" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"><i>Advienne que pourra</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Come what may</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">The city of Versailles has a multitude of amazing monumental, high quality mural art.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Entitled <i>Curious Botanist</i>, the above is the work of internationally acclaimed Ukranian artist</div><div style="text-align: center;">Vladimir Manzhos, known professionally as Waone. It's a tribute to the famous 18th century naturalist </div><div style="text-align: center;">Bernard de Jussieu, for whom this neighborhood of moderate rent housing in Versailles is named.</div><div style="text-align: center;">More to come!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">©2022 P. B. Lecron</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p>P.B. Lecronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804083711874529527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775834379218646551.post-50033532610962013402022-09-06T07:46:00.001+02:002022-09-06T07:46:50.318+02:00NOT EVEN A CAT<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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P.B. Lecronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804083711874529527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775834379218646551.post-54372214659914809542022-09-04T10:09:00.001+02:002022-09-04T10:13:41.108+02:00ORCHID ENIGMA<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVwYV9YM24EukWrEJepO5NF05viK5mi0dfKm_z-9P2PFG88HUzOxeWwqwf_nalxoy50w06V0Bx3nZFu1ImtnKmRKELATH2ezKWSc2htS5pfpUVbUAJas0TAXHVfOzmBZ4ywFEIvbvQBH8/s1600/IMG_3598.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVwYV9YM24EukWrEJepO5NF05viK5mi0dfKm_z-9P2PFG88HUzOxeWwqwf_nalxoy50w06V0Bx3nZFu1ImtnKmRKELATH2ezKWSc2htS5pfpUVbUAJas0TAXHVfOzmBZ4ywFEIvbvQBH8/s640/IMG_3598.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"><i>Un mystère</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">How could a large orchid plant survive in a closed, all but abandoned house which had not been entered for years? That was the question we pondered as we looked with some elderly friends into the window </div><div style="text-align: center;">of a house they had the duty of checking on. Sitting on the floor in the middle of the living room was a healthy orchid in a large <i>cache-pot</i>. The lady who had lived in the house had died several years before, and remarkably everything in the house had remained exactly in its place, untouched. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yet there was that orchid, alive and well. What was its magic? Then it occurred to me. The old house was in the <i>Pas-de-Calais</i>, a very rainy area and the large potted orchid must have been placed at some time in the past in a spot to catch the drip of a leaking roof.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;">Vocabulary</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>un cache-pot: </i>a plant pot</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>une fuite:</i> a leak</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>un toit qui fuit:</i> a leaking roof</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>un mystère:</i> a mystery</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-size: x-large;"><i>Speaking of mysteries . . .</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #783f04; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcajGOGbvFpv_QCgPkuVI-B-iwxKVLmkpNLcqj_S6tgVIQMcTruUabF0Qy_RE9WsnNVxVv1UkEYRRsqmWk-dwKU_03oiqPPIsuQe82DTs5cgv5yCNA6RPs9Q_j8PJRxxB7KGYsFaa-VZ0PeH8LJfw5QjU5TJvkvXt5-QDHidHlqmbTpl5AaHvqWwW5/s1363/124541545_967544737103578_2343824917080754407_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1363" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcajGOGbvFpv_QCgPkuVI-B-iwxKVLmkpNLcqj_S6tgVIQMcTruUabF0Qy_RE9WsnNVxVv1UkEYRRsqmWk-dwKU_03oiqPPIsuQe82DTs5cgv5yCNA6RPs9Q_j8PJRxxB7KGYsFaa-VZ0PeH8LJfw5QjU5TJvkvXt5-QDHidHlqmbTpl5AaHvqWwW5/s320/124541545_967544737103578_2343824917080754407_n.jpg" width="254" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Marianne Lecron's latest children's story will</div><div style="text-align: left;">charm and intrigue French readers young and</div><div style="text-align: left;">old alike. In it, Papa Lapin follows a series of</div><div style="text-align: left;">curious tracks in a very heavy and mysterious </div><div style="text-align: left;">snow that lead him to saving springtime! An </div><div style="text-align: left;">adventure full of ups, downs and new animal</div><div style="text-align: left;">friends. For ages 4 to 99. Fullly illustrated </div><div style="text-align: left;">with original aquarelle and ink drawings by </div><div style="text-align: left;">yours truly.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Lapin-%C3%A0-recherche-Printemps-French/dp/2956373358/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2APXZVWZOVB8G&keywords=le+lapin+%C3%A0+la+recherche+du+printemps&qid=1662277949&sprefix=le+lapin+%C3%A0+la+recherche+du+printemps%2Caps%2C132&sr=8-1">Le Lapin à la recherche du Printemps</a></i> is </div><div style="text-align: left;">also available in English, <i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Lapin-%C3%A0-recherche-Printemps-French/dp/2956373358/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2APXZVWZOVB8G&keywords=le+lapin+%C3%A0+la+recherche+du+printemps&qid=1662277949&sprefix=le+lapin+%C3%A0+la+recherche+du+printemps%2Caps%2C132&sr=8-1">The Rabbit in Search</a></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Lapin-%C3%A0-recherche-Printemps-French/dp/2956373358/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2APXZVWZOVB8G&keywords=le+lapin+%C3%A0+la+recherche+du+printemps&qid=1662277949&sprefix=le+lapin+%C3%A0+la+recherche+du+printemps%2Caps%2C132&sr=8-1">of Spring</a></i>. Both are sold worldwide on </div><div style="text-align: left;">Amazon.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">©2022 P. B. Lecron</div></div>
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Lecronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804083711874529527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775834379218646551.post-49871504895446946582022-09-03T14:14:00.000+02:002022-09-03T14:14:19.903+02:00WHERE THERE'S A WILL, THERE'S A WAY<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_6iSmyJyiq86_yaDeHk7sQs-aFnPi8HpJKVfylFHRIKC-xRCdePPlcpPRkPiUzrjsLz0uPqM1kKSmhkjMVnxxtGFLiRBzBC-nh17I5hSivqNYclnnC8xA_6fgluFEXf_vUgjMhm0OXO2DJMwnLHSq6VgSmgbxNLrF1UszKoxUZLJbyA1ixqVgsjdX/s2838/IMG_0257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2838" data-original-width="2838" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_6iSmyJyiq86_yaDeHk7sQs-aFnPi8HpJKVfylFHRIKC-xRCdePPlcpPRkPiUzrjsLz0uPqM1kKSmhkjMVnxxtGFLiRBzBC-nh17I5hSivqNYclnnC8xA_6fgluFEXf_vUgjMhm0OXO2DJMwnLHSq6VgSmgbxNLrF1UszKoxUZLJbyA1ixqVgsjdX/w640-h640/IMG_0257.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: x-large;">Quand on veut, on peut.</span> </i></div><div style="text-align: center;">When you want, you can--it's the underlying theme in a French children's story I wrote and illustrated, <i>Une Véritable Petite Souris. </i>In it Iris, an ordinary gray mouse, fantasizes about being the legendary French tooth fairy, known by French families everywhere as <i>La Petite Souris</i>. </div><div style="text-align: center;">With ingenuity and an iron will, Iris overcomes obstacles to realize, in a way, her dream.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The above photo is of a page from the fully illustrated book.</i></div><p></p><p><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: x-large;">Expression</span></p><p><i>Avec une volonté de fer, une souris peut renverser une éléphant. </i>This Tibetan proverb translated to French, means in English that with an iron will, a mouse can overturn an elephant.<i style="font-size: xx-large;"> </i></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-C3gcRnXBYkVjuqzHWAW46SG2cd9cT1azLJDLo-juedGSmlnOuywH2DxvQ0XzScnC51ijIQDtfsoKN69AfW79JWhEmVQHY-fLSfLBfsVRp_dTvD6Z92BeaO3Q57lUt8BFEKg9O8jTlglhEU-UjlLjaMc6jc4wfc5QUhjWp_ZBVib8l6vhPdplv5h9/s1211/Promo%20French%20Cover.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1211" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-C3gcRnXBYkVjuqzHWAW46SG2cd9cT1azLJDLo-juedGSmlnOuywH2DxvQ0XzScnC51ijIQDtfsoKN69AfW79JWhEmVQHY-fLSfLBfsVRp_dTvD6Z92BeaO3Q57lUt8BFEKg9O8jTlglhEU-UjlLjaMc6jc4wfc5QUhjWp_ZBVib8l6vhPdplv5h9/s320/Promo%20French%20Cover.jpeg" width="254" /></a></span></div><p><br /></p>Available in French and in English, <i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Une-V%C3%A9ritable-Petite-Souris-French/dp/2956373374/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2862K72S8OWOR&keywords=une+veritable+petite+souris&qid=1662207114&sprefix=%2Caps%2C149&sr=8-1">Une Véritable Petite Souris</a></i> and <i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Genuine-Little-Mouse-P-Lecron/dp/2956373382/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1W3Q1XBND6YCP&keywords=A+genuine+little+mouse&q">A Genuine Little Mouse</a></i>, are available on worldwide Amazon sites. Take a peek inside by clicking <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Une-V%C3%A9ritable-Petite-Souris-French/dp/2956373374/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2PZPR86BQWDH1&keywords=Une+veritable+petite+souris&qid=1662206439&sprefix=une+veritable+petite+souris%2Caps%2C144&sr=8-1">here</a> and <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Genuine-Little-Mouse-P-Lecron/dp/2956373382/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1W3Q1XBND6YCP&keywords=A+genuine+little+mouse&q">here</a>.<p></p><p>©2022 P. B. Lecron</p>P.B. Lecronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804083711874529527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775834379218646551.post-81709647916856330532022-09-01T16:57:00.003+02:002022-09-02T11:35:05.226+02:00JUST SO<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Un chat tuxedo</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuOUsPAWCSRI0uhNZ_oMQpV4Yjkr0eoc369Ih9PVOA3hrCqSKqfEqgQVGAI4d_c9tEmHnIaqsxA87cICuPUrY8ihWAX4bHN3OZJ1yv5xehrcpjDhrx6Ur28LGStzqpUOVfz_9Uicw73s5VY7AFj1aiL5kM8y4THoflHBPxNNzZwNhHhm19PgYjFgKH/s4032/IMG_1417.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuOUsPAWCSRI0uhNZ_oMQpV4Yjkr0eoc369Ih9PVOA3hrCqSKqfEqgQVGAI4d_c9tEmHnIaqsxA87cICuPUrY8ihWAX4bHN3OZJ1yv5xehrcpjDhrx6Ur28LGStzqpUOVfz_9Uicw73s5VY7AFj1aiL5kM8y4THoflHBPxNNzZwNhHhm19PgYjFgKH/w480-h640/IMG_1417.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> A tuxedo cat in the Parc Bagatelle with a Rudyard Kipling's <i>Just So Stories </i>look of </div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Cat Who Walked by Himself.</i> He is undoubtedly fed by an association of kind souls </div><div style="text-align: center;">who tend to feral cats living in the Parisian park. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Kipling had a great fondness for France. Included in the British poet and novelist's body of work is <i>Souvenirs of France </i>in which he relates<i> </i>late 19th- and early 20th-century experiences. A must read about that epoch and the French people.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Vocabulary</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>une allure distinguée: </i>a distinguished appearance</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">©2022 P. B. Lecron</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>P.B. Lecronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804083711874529527noreply@blogger.com4