I had heard so much about the course from my golfing friends that entering the world of Sotogrande, in southern Spain, was like seeing the Eiffel tower for the first time for an American child. Not only was I not disppointed, I fell under the charm immediately.
When I was a little girl, Easter vacation was a major event. We would all leave Paris for a fortnight in la Sarthe, and egg chasing was a major event on the croquet lawn and around the rose trees. I once received a furry white rabbit which played drums and it remained a great moment of my childhood.
Sunday night is not my favorite evening to go out but the association of artist Christian Boltanski and Jean Kalman, the most brilliant lighting engineer alive, made it a must to attend « Pleine Nuit », a performance at Opéra Comique, which is under works until 2017. Described as an « Errance poétique et musicale dans le chantier de l’Opéra … Read More
Musée du Quai Branly, the future Musée Jacques Chirac, always surprises us and this time, the exhibition, « Persona, Etrangement humain » which hightlights objects from old civilisations up to contemporary robots, is both riveting and disconcerting.
It was just too tempting to be missed and so I crossed Paris from west to east under a violent rain storm, in order to see Stéphane Layani, President of the Rungis market, be honored with the Prix de l’Académie du Mardi Gras (Shrove Tuesday’s Academy prize), a prize given for the past five years to a personality who helps … Read More
Everything was a huge surprise in the city of Arras where I went after having heard of the exhibition « Arras vous fait la cour » (Arras courts you ) of 100 chefs d’œuvres lent by Versailles. As always, it is hard to lead Parisians to the French provinces and the two hour drive to this northern city of Picardie … Read More
One says that January 31st is the last day for sending good wishes for the New Year, so here are my favorite cards this year and I am happy to share them with you!
What made me take the metro and suddenly head for Boulogne (Pont de Saint Cloud station) on a sunny winter afternoon? I don’t know but the impulse was irrepressible and the beauty that awaited me in the deserted museum Albert Kahn was unbelievable.