tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15086068131273284952024-03-05T00:29:11.784-05:00YDS ChroniclesOn the road with Yes Dear StudioMarion Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283038599399821938noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508606813127328495.post-89578280791976148092010-07-23T20:13:00.003-04:002010-07-23T20:19:29.534-04:00So it's "Mad Men" weekend?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixH3MEiuqWGHowuxwzpDCFZOroH2TmzjTCrkRZ5YokAUu1WjCCBdGLfSjEN8KgrgwKKOH0umeycWtn-9RVETX4LeZqFkMfHiDUbFUpEAV4JviZ-ELxpDYoTQFtFQ2pHdtZaNRX742_FRE/s1600/Rannie+and+James+Beard.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixH3MEiuqWGHowuxwzpDCFZOroH2TmzjTCrkRZ5YokAUu1WjCCBdGLfSjEN8KgrgwKKOH0umeycWtn-9RVETX4LeZqFkMfHiDUbFUpEAV4JviZ-ELxpDYoTQFtFQ2pHdtZaNRX742_FRE/s320/Rannie+and+James+Beard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497259815099309538" /></a><br />This is a photograph of my grandmother, Marion Brown, promoting her second book, with a little help from James Beard, in New York, around 1955. The book is"Pickles and Preserves" of old pickling recipes (greengage preserves? mushroom catsup?); it was reissued a few years ago and is still available. Her better known cookbook, "Marion Brown's Southern Cooking" was a mainstay of mid-century Southern kitchens and has stayed continously in print. My grandmother died in 1995 at the age of 92, after they took away her vodka and cigarettes.<div><br /></div><div>The book is not for beginners, but anyone who knows the Ball "Blue Book" probably knows what to do.<br /><br />H/T to one of the best food blogs, "<a href="http://gherkinstomatoes.com/">Gherkins and Tomatoes</a>"!<div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div></div>Marion Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283038599399821938noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508606813127328495.post-14640085849193346392010-02-12T17:55:00.002-05:002010-02-12T17:59:17.603-05:00Chennai, India<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Chennai auto-rickshaws. Very, very scary. If you can afford a car, you hire a full-time driver. Too dangerous for amateurs to drive. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSJ5cslga9ybNuTxa7WYzq9UX5FmgDtixLslVvuEh6Turn4YxIcP3xAsORoChMtEpTEXZXLU5KkDc4XkHA-c3u771_ru3Vokk0CRKxLMYlWpvKnjo13dluOnq5QR6ZCuey7t2OOqIPC-Q/s1600-h/IMG_3568.JPG"><br /></a></span><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSJ5cslga9ybNuTxa7WYzq9UX5FmgDtixLslVvuEh6Turn4YxIcP3xAsORoChMtEpTEXZXLU5KkDc4XkHA-c3u771_ru3Vokk0CRKxLMYlWpvKnjo13dluOnq5QR6ZCuey7t2OOqIPC-Q/s320/IMG_3568.JPG" border="0" /><div style="clear:both; text-align:RIGHT"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Marion Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283038599399821938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508606813127328495.post-22537655385727297822009-11-28T08:19:00.002-05:002009-11-28T08:21:05.366-05:00Chinese Colors<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPhcDXMWbdVYknCVByeCO2l0NlLzpGQ152SorOF4I9LJ8XzC8J0roH5CNkfv41CRcDVo5S_vIr_M-uYBi6Mk8oJgn85bQNY8llxBV6eXM1VezaeaX-bQlLM0I7UOoU_IT8X1n6mJ0HXJQ/s1600/DSC_1340+copy.jpg"><img style="text-align: center;clear: both; float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; " alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPhcDXMWbdVYknCVByeCO2l0NlLzpGQ152SorOF4I9LJ8XzC8J0roH5CNkfv41CRcDVo5S_vIr_M-uYBi6Mk8oJgn85bQNY8llxBV6eXM1VezaeaX-bQlLM0I7UOoU_IT8X1n6mJ0HXJQ/s320/DSC_1340+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a> In Beijing, I was told "Blue is for the Heavens, yellow is for the Emperor, green for the Empress, and grey for the people". Beijing is nothing if not sensory overload, but the colors mostly are the same. Blue is usually bright cobalt blue (except for beautiful ultramarine tiled roofs) and red is always bright red, "the color of blood". Buildings are a soft warm grey.<div style="clear:both; text-align:RIGHT"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Marion Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283038599399821938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508606813127328495.post-91289961064015361052009-11-25T09:08:00.001-05:002009-11-25T09:08:35.143-05:00Durian<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7j4YlMA8-xs4gv3hfGzX51VsgypcMcilruEI22TzcjLkyPPC1v-Wvm3q4t_-LgVe9TIaRWKQHpiLilCMZ0eGULhgC0e0tSHV9GEV247Jxq1WlOyFhDk50Gu7T2OReohS6Kv1Hn6rijgM/s1600/DSC_1583.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7j4YlMA8-xs4gv3hfGzX51VsgypcMcilruEI22TzcjLkyPPC1v-Wvm3q4t_-LgVe9TIaRWKQHpiLilCMZ0eGULhgC0e0tSHV9GEV247Jxq1WlOyFhDk50Gu7T2OReohS6Kv1Hn6rijgM/s320/DSC_1583.jpg" border="0" /></a> The yellow spiky fruit on the right is durian, which has a smell so objectionable it is banned from hotels and public transportation in Southeast Asia (but maybe not in China). A friend called it 'corpse fruit'.<div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Marion Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283038599399821938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508606813127328495.post-88154273275507366182009-11-25T08:48:00.001-05:002009-11-25T08:56:47.751-05:00It's not Daddy's China<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaDUpas7hOUE3Bs2SfAUTmcWa8ogvPNknAa6AGnuE3y-TOcuaGeZxl4xEeejlKA71tXmNm33Tl6CjnrjcAjWuIveQOu6kEwxuySGtN0OFfkpB329eipboDvGSxAcbvkrkrflcDzV8g5K8/s1600/DSC_1304.JPG"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaDUpas7hOUE3Bs2SfAUTmcWa8ogvPNknAa6AGnuE3y-TOcuaGeZxl4xEeejlKA71tXmNm33Tl6CjnrjcAjWuIveQOu6kEwxuySGtN0OFfkpB329eipboDvGSxAcbvkrkrflcDzV8g5K8/s320/DSC_1304.JPG" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a>When my father visited mainland China in 1980, it was so filthy they couldn't use the towels and brushed their teeth with Scotch whiskey. Not anymore. The parts of Beijing a tourist is apt to see are spotless. The Beijing airport, with its spit-and-polish officials, make most US airports look even worse than you thought. </div>Marion Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283038599399821938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508606813127328495.post-88685531033391548752009-11-25T08:44:00.001-05:002009-11-25T08:46:09.622-05:00Ishtar Gate, Pergamon Museum, Berlin<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJfsF_mXc1IYb7KthyphenhyphenSrzm3g0rSSDFppzLPTDlnktKOSpBGofYxS4qakmYJ0Nma-Trmc4Yi8OP-WyAhAgXrDIeYW_z57I0_6JKbaMAdEDA7XoWqojphY5L0FNglXF8UlQZEighlOqMpNw/s1600/DSC_1100.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJfsF_mXc1IYb7KthyphenhyphenSrzm3g0rSSDFppzLPTDlnktKOSpBGofYxS4qakmYJ0Nma-Trmc4Yi8OP-WyAhAgXrDIeYW_z57I0_6JKbaMAdEDA7XoWqojphY5L0FNglXF8UlQZEighlOqMpNw/s320/DSC_1100.jpg" border="0" /></a> The Ishtar Gate on display is the <em>smaller </em>of two gates erected in Babylon around 575 BC. The gate is constructed of bright blue ceramic tile that was excavated in the 1930s; one wonders how they dug this out. This gate is roughly 45 feet high, and extends through a long gallery. The larger gate is in storage. <div style="clear:both; text-align:RIGHT"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Marion Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283038599399821938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508606813127328495.post-22419853557441815722009-09-28T19:44:00.004-04:002009-09-28T20:28:42.983-04:00Potsdam Politics<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ090wDlZvRSiwvJUs8iWU8MkuAUkrM1L9f2GFQ0iASSHoAGMDJNiIh7AepoO2MR5e9MbNCLQ7ZYa8x5L6ZwDTy0QSJlrGIzemDFgokmsd0mzJEiJ-fyMzOC52zMzMpSIyJ4VDHY0O1x4/s1600-h/DSC_1027.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ090wDlZvRSiwvJUs8iWU8MkuAUkrM1L9f2GFQ0iASSHoAGMDJNiIh7AepoO2MR5e9MbNCLQ7ZYa8x5L6ZwDTy0QSJlrGIzemDFgokmsd0mzJEiJ-fyMzOC52zMzMpSIyJ4VDHY0O1x4/s320/DSC_1027.jpg" border="0" /></a> Potsdam is the capital of the Brandenburg province, and a short train ride from metropolitan Berlin. I think they were geared up for the election, too. This crane lifted three guys at least 120 feet, we figured, for perhaps a signal relay to a venue behind the Potsdam Brandenburg Gate. <div><br /></div><div>This was definitely not the time to have either the wrong color skin or the wrong color passport. An Al-Qaeda video was broadcast a few days before the election, and it was taken very seriously. Police with bullet-proof vests and rifles at their waists were all over the train station and airports.<br /><div style="clear:both; text-align:RIGHT"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div></div>Marion Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283038599399821938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508606813127328495.post-38915260597151991862009-09-25T12:28:00.014-04:002009-09-28T20:21:40.498-04:00Stranded at the Reichstag<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7gEyrPNWd5py550Vc0iTR72i1gWzdOuGWcRp9zFqPM9zvd645F9RhyphenhyphennHpqD1ZCQgFitRqpf0zEuaOxZMYn9g6jav2KopyIhn4S5i5Jups_Ia9nOcwvlM2SCQc0kJdy8uWtp82YN1UmDg/s1600-h/DSC_1161_edited-1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7gEyrPNWd5py550Vc0iTR72i1gWzdOuGWcRp9zFqPM9zvd645F9RhyphenhyphennHpqD1ZCQgFitRqpf0zEuaOxZMYn9g6jav2KopyIhn4S5i5Jups_Ia9nOcwvlM2SCQc0kJdy8uWtp82YN1UmDg/s320/DSC_1161_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385445637316122242" /></a></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLaMGhxBvnUKYZAauvZknfcjtaEI1452Jv6o7Ls8lLsELzLPbPuzJPLwnjp_PSTmdQ8W8Xr9sfMXX-Lt-lV_luAaX9M4hVJDBSxKQb0oJEMat6hA3X3DLhcAK6C2DZtFFs_zbCYQQWdUI/s1600-h/DSC_1158.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLaMGhxBvnUKYZAauvZknfcjtaEI1452Jv6o7Ls8lLsELzLPbPuzJPLwnjp_PSTmdQ8W8Xr9sfMXX-Lt-lV_luAaX9M4hVJDBSxKQb0oJEMat6hA3X3DLhcAK6C2DZtFFs_zbCYQQWdUI/s320/DSC_1158.jpg" border="0" /></a> On the way to the next museum on my list, I was feeling really smug about getting around in Berlin, when the bus stopped in front of the Reichstag - home of Germany's Parliament. The driver made a long announcement which of course I didn't understand, and most of the people on the bus (a big double-decker) got off. So I did too. I had noticed a lot of film crew trailers around; I walked up to the Brandenburg Gate, which looked like it was getting set up for a concert. Still not getting it, I saw they were blocking streets and barely letting any traffic, even busses through. Finally I find the bus to take me back to the station, which then gets stopped for a long time for a whole lot of police, mounted police, and finally a motorcade around a big black Mercedes, which slips into Bellevue Palace, which is the residence of the German president. (The flag flying indicates the president is in residence. I don't think those dogs are there for exercise) The blockades, platforms and film crews? Sunday is election day. Angela Merkel (who is exactly my age) is supposed to be the clear winner. Moral? Always scope out local events. The Berlin Marathon messed up everyone else last week.<div><div><div style="clear:both; text-align:RIGHT"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div></div></div>Marion Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283038599399821938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508606813127328495.post-37817220959251113772009-09-24T13:01:00.001-04:002009-09-24T13:09:33.397-04:00Museum Island<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiacLuVkzhB6nKIgFOfQ78uF2jO6Xn-BVcAGkczCCAMDlhxUyUur6BnbOgSC6bnCSQxThqNlRo12fLHV28nF-K_2_1fse0lbo2UJCpW5zGvBrpDESc_faucMZRoRYnLwoKPgR35bDe0C5Q/s1600-h/DSC_1135.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiacLuVkzhB6nKIgFOfQ78uF2jO6Xn-BVcAGkczCCAMDlhxUyUur6BnbOgSC6bnCSQxThqNlRo12fLHV28nF-K_2_1fse0lbo2UJCpW5zGvBrpDESc_faucMZRoRYnLwoKPgR35bDe0C5Q/s320/DSC_1135.jpg" border="0" /></a> Construction and bikes everywhere. Everybody in Berlin rides a bike (it's flat). Mostly 'step through' or what we think of as 'girl's' bikes: that includes macho looking guys with shaved heads.<div style="clear:both; text-align:RIGHT"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Marion Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283038599399821938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508606813127328495.post-32975669546377571482009-09-24T12:40:00.005-04:002009-09-24T13:23:01.900-04:00Pergamon Museum, Berlin<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfiroYwdOHG2KbUMYS_Umu9kyNTO9GQjRqRjxh4ZLGov9l_LQEwLKnwFPqudF8dG8cZY4LAEHSJnU6KXipn1C0mSpziQKanqNHHSsU7LcH5YrcnGxTNtghLhyphenhyphenSDHosRErNKe9GE5fDPqM/s1600-h/DSC_1132.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfiroYwdOHG2KbUMYS_Umu9kyNTO9GQjRqRjxh4ZLGov9l_LQEwLKnwFPqudF8dG8cZY4LAEHSJnU6KXipn1C0mSpziQKanqNHHSsU7LcH5YrcnGxTNtghLhyphenhyphenSDHosRErNKe9GE5fDPqM/s320/DSC_1132.jpg" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; ">The Pergamon is one of four enormous museums in the "Museum Island" in Berlin; this is in the Mitte, the historic part, which would have been in the east German side, behind the Berlin Wall. The museums date roughly from the 1800s; the Pergamon is shrouded almost entirely in plastic , which gives it kind of a "Christo" effect . </div>Marion Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283038599399821938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508606813127328495.post-2210236917880715092009-09-23T17:44:00.000-04:002009-09-23T17:45:05.917-04:00<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcUiEpej06-g9_V_mpLwpOoVBZSn4Ldlg5kRBt4B-A2oH7_8jvY2JUTa8lJfetBKYQBC7BnheH9nNtsJ_YZ7mPViXOvZUtoxxLfU8k_9pELc-ruYUDvY2GidyayojOF9GbeQhWRQ7gcqU/s1600-h/DSC_1023.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcUiEpej06-g9_V_mpLwpOoVBZSn4Ldlg5kRBt4B-A2oH7_8jvY2JUTa8lJfetBKYQBC7BnheH9nNtsJ_YZ7mPViXOvZUtoxxLfU8k_9pELc-ruYUDvY2GidyayojOF9GbeQhWRQ7gcqU/s320/DSC_1023.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Marion Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283038599399821938noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508606813127328495.post-11532979426815723852009-09-23T12:08:00.001-04:002009-09-23T12:09:39.384-04:00Gemaldegalerie, Berlin<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWGXOKiE4FCG5D3lKHc4AqOlHXXiqAwv0B97xD6qWBR7JZMp636uZ55cJ0PT6yMI3RQPUO_xs9IMK3x_YvZKRWlrtzovvq-ee9Ho-0j-AMgFYaGQpgUSUkA3rTJqPGx4YsRrZu8k1cCO0/s1600-h/Durer+Closeup.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWGXOKiE4FCG5D3lKHc4AqOlHXXiqAwv0B97xD6qWBR7JZMp636uZ55cJ0PT6yMI3RQPUO_xs9IMK3x_YvZKRWlrtzovvq-ee9Ho-0j-AMgFYaGQpgUSUkA3rTJqPGx4YsRrZu8k1cCO0/s320/Durer+Closeup.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br />This is the finest collection of European art, in the best setting, I have ever seen. This is a closeup of an Albrecht Durer portrait; in his eyes you can see reflections of windows and even moldings. The gallery is in a new facility: the collection is as if all the art books you used to look at just fell open. Vermeers, a room full of Rembrandts, Hals, Cranach, fabulous loose Rubens, Bosch, van der Weyden...<div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Marion Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283038599399821938noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508606813127328495.post-62702723070392699832009-09-22T08:07:00.001-04:002009-09-22T08:09:14.577-04:00Not Exactly how I pictured Berlin<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjqg70reYD96Ebnk_udhVDMd9kTU5D7a7-J-DCFHxZDplN-bL1Zu4PdHGcpPAUN7heH0THTZLoyoaKSV3S-qNLoGbXyLaLPLPQliTha-6cWFqGT35ZMgFvShy7YCnz7yp7XybK3F3qsbk/s1600-h/DSC_0991_edited-1.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjqg70reYD96Ebnk_udhVDMd9kTU5D7a7-J-DCFHxZDplN-bL1Zu4PdHGcpPAUN7heH0THTZLoyoaKSV3S-qNLoGbXyLaLPLPQliTha-6cWFqGT35ZMgFvShy7YCnz7yp7XybK3F3qsbk/s320/DSC_0991_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /></a> The Charlottenburg Palace, in Charlottenburg, which before unification was the affluent part of West Berlin. Except for things like this it reminds me of Durham. The interior is overwrought Baroque, but with very fine Chinese porcelain. The clipped bay trees in painted whiskey barrels are very cool. <div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Marion Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283038599399821938noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508606813127328495.post-15880567435067014872009-09-15T18:03:00.000-04:002009-09-15T18:03:07.752-04:00Rosie, Danville Train Station<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJovSUQw45SRyn8s7eTQ71rl3DTWTTMTINPjYsD2OTrMEoGVz2D1Od8tADcr4rrC5F4u0xK7zqBxUC56omOEk4CWkO5Kvq-2rxvqgvYe9VRjc53Hi0bMxswc9HuP9JG6wWZ529RM6UPPo/s1600-h/Annie+Danville+Train+Station.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJovSUQw45SRyn8s7eTQ71rl3DTWTTMTINPjYsD2OTrMEoGVz2D1Od8tADcr4rrC5F4u0xK7zqBxUC56omOEk4CWkO5Kvq-2rxvqgvYe9VRjc53Hi0bMxswc9HuP9JG6wWZ529RM6UPPo/s320/Annie+Danville+Train+Station.jpg" border="0" /></a> My old friend Rosie (nom de blog) is the best, and certainly the most indefatigable, cook I know. Her recent posts on dealing with a pig's head are something other than else. Her recent posting on the Danville, Virginia, central market reminded me of this. Photograph in the Danville station, around 1972.<div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Marion Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283038599399821938noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508606813127328495.post-92141616776645776432009-09-05T14:55:00.001-04:002009-09-05T14:55:48.240-04:00Where Greek statues go when they're tired.<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCI4r6DfEKtXXcAlVbePFBJYPMFhVEcuy54h550Q_5WLOwg9YlAPP_It7E6jbwINvQMZcp1HpsP_3gAWIiLB0aw74zdJdeH7hBxKwBxvf2DzDhcStIzf6q7xNoS3dnl2LV4_n5_oLWTe8/s1600-h/DSC_1040-5.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCI4r6DfEKtXXcAlVbePFBJYPMFhVEcuy54h550Q_5WLOwg9YlAPP_It7E6jbwINvQMZcp1HpsP_3gAWIiLB0aw74zdJdeH7hBxKwBxvf2DzDhcStIzf6q7xNoS3dnl2LV4_n5_oLWTe8/s320/DSC_1040-5.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Marion Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283038599399821938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508606813127328495.post-36093404918103988382009-09-05T14:52:00.001-04:002009-09-05T14:53:19.209-04:00<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjli6QdLCPFeW7TRtJL6w_uqEX6OEHZbnUra-UoyqQgjzWxER1iRr3fDm7Flx_ORDN5jJgsJb6B_RcKzDh3QW0THn9gFNVGULroajUSf5XwtEicb-RMiiZHdbOi75qmaIUTJ_NEj74w0hI/s1600-h/DSC_1054-4.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjli6QdLCPFeW7TRtJL6w_uqEX6OEHZbnUra-UoyqQgjzWxER1iRr3fDm7Flx_ORDN5jJgsJb6B_RcKzDh3QW0THn9gFNVGULroajUSf5XwtEicb-RMiiZHdbOi75qmaIUTJ_NEj74w0hI/s320/DSC_1054-4.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Marion Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283038599399821938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508606813127328495.post-5294951281983885112009-08-29T13:13:00.002-04:002009-09-08T18:32:45.791-04:00Espaliers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi05dnEFlFjR9OcQ_4yhFmKOkDS8ejKWnKhUMTmBJddnJyDv-2Qp4ftzFtwggGzjfg0K82DdwE2F6UrKPNhjniQXEkoQbCNJIJrXxMBZgM0fJJ84tQkUYpvf49fcXkuOKQnSl9_RJCUA_Y/s1600-h/EspalierDSC_1106.JPG"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi05dnEFlFjR9OcQ_4yhFmKOkDS8ejKWnKhUMTmBJddnJyDv-2Qp4ftzFtwggGzjfg0K82DdwE2F6UrKPNhjniQXEkoQbCNJIJrXxMBZgM0fJJ84tQkUYpvf49fcXkuOKQnSl9_RJCUA_Y/s320/EspalierDSC_1106.JPG" border="0" /></a> I thought<em> espaliers</em> existed only in gardening books. This is one of many pear trees espaliered in the garden of St Anne (a beautiful public garden and public library too.) The pear trees are underplanted with roses.<div style="clear:both; text-align:RIGHT"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Marion Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283038599399821938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508606813127328495.post-38403831138403439612009-08-29T13:10:00.001-04:002009-08-29T13:16:30.490-04:00Creperie, Perros-Guirec<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KTNY32VBAJc/SplhJeAimWI/AAAAAAAABT8/cikvp8QABaA/s1600-h/creperie.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KTNY32VBAJc/SplhJeAimWI/AAAAAAAABT8/cikvp8QABaA/s320/creperie.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ever wondered what a Breton creperie kitchen looks like? Now you know.<div style="clear:both; text-align:RIGHT"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Marion Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283038599399821938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508606813127328495.post-90947535416558366352009-08-29T13:08:00.000-04:002009-08-29T13:09:04.210-04:00Marina, Perros-Guirec<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiF5HaMlEQxpFeJCiHF_1hmeAFTR8q-EFXDh9lSC7d7RzNnEFwMc54-o1zjZBFPGJ3KkAx8R_SA7GAoqywhcyTkb0iIR7KsMy7yZRiZxp8ow_R5vtm1OXjMaiN5OwYmxIjpXkSW02pHfo/s1600-h/Perros-Guirec+Marina.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiF5HaMlEQxpFeJCiHF_1hmeAFTR8q-EFXDh9lSC7d7RzNnEFwMc54-o1zjZBFPGJ3KkAx8R_SA7GAoqywhcyTkb0iIR7KsMy7yZRiZxp8ow_R5vtm1OXjMaiN5OwYmxIjpXkSW02pHfo/s320/Perros-Guirec+Marina.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Marion Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283038599399821938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508606813127328495.post-47823951160482806382009-08-27T05:11:00.000-04:002009-08-27T05:11:57.143-04:00Market Day, Lannion<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2dZTlMnYo0yqxXkVIGoVw_YevLppaPBbte0tzW3aevgYbB33fH0vh67L0dJDVWreW_ZK63TRx-BFZiXjROwEyKHpuklkbRu6cPM9Zi0rGquRlinIRYXfqN2yo6aEzBr1Sa3IL_6zKsCU/s1600-h/IMG_3446.JPG"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2dZTlMnYo0yqxXkVIGoVw_YevLppaPBbte0tzW3aevgYbB33fH0vh67L0dJDVWreW_ZK63TRx-BFZiXjROwEyKHpuklkbRu6cPM9Zi0rGquRlinIRYXfqN2yo6aEzBr1Sa3IL_6zKsCU/s320/IMG_3446.JPG" border="0" /></a> Because nothing says 'Celtic' like a harp. The mike is a nice touch, though.<div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Marion Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283038599399821938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508606813127328495.post-46581376404513425552009-08-26T12:22:00.000-04:002009-08-26T12:22:52.311-04:00Lannion Street<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTNY32VBAJc/SpVhWpD8zLI/AAAAAAAABQk/Yk4PgL-ZKeg/s1600-h/Lannion+13.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTNY32VBAJc/SpVhWpD8zLI/AAAAAAAABQk/Yk4PgL-ZKeg/s320/Lannion+13.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Those large corner borders? They are secret gardens, too.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Marion Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283038599399821938noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508606813127328495.post-47076203267775160562009-08-26T12:14:00.009-04:002009-08-29T13:43:31.420-04:00Convent of St Anne's<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KTNY32VBAJc/SpViB4fK_UI/AAAAAAAABQs/17FTmk7FZc0/s1600-h/Lannion+10.JPG"><img style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KTNY32VBAJc/SpViB4fK_UI/AAAAAAAABQs/17FTmk7FZc0/s320/Lannion+10.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374309514819075394" /></a>A 17th century convent in the middle of town. A lovely public garden, a public library, and an engineering dept of the University of Rennes live here too.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KTNY32VBAJc/SpVgsYL49QI/AAAAAAAABQc/O1JLnHEV6uM/s1600-h/Lannion+22.JPG"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0wFiLm4uoWtaCmYx9eCtaDYtKPmP0vxRRQKkW8c1n0eSX9guRjgu3RS4DMeFtbh-rfuztiE2tmLfb57IhvR3LqBSP10GUxI6-bI4UDu7HrqjPlMxOelQY22H3HvEDgTkCRYMo97NzPyU/s1600-h/Lannion+19.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0wFiLm4uoWtaCmYx9eCtaDYtKPmP0vxRRQKkW8c1n0eSX9guRjgu3RS4DMeFtbh-rfuztiE2tmLfb57IhvR3LqBSP10GUxI6-bI4UDu7HrqjPlMxOelQY22H3HvEDgTkCRYMo97NzPyU/s320/Lannion+19.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374308037651695810" /></a>Marion Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283038599399821938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508606813127328495.post-25193513599858114522009-08-26T12:08:00.002-04:002009-08-29T13:17:51.780-04:00St Anne's Garden<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTNY32VBAJc/SpVfBIdi0aI/AAAAAAAABPo/gTDOdX9pMFs/s1600-h/Lannion+22.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTNY32VBAJc/SpVfBIdi0aI/AAAAAAAABPo/gTDOdX9pMFs/s320/Lannion+22.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374306203392463266" /></a>It took me a while to figure it out but this is a working garden shed. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDC33RIRncaarjyRWj9-nB3wBuiUssP8DAYoDrfL8KaHbbYPaskL9EF_773c3X5BKbRDLyLZK7gMDqXV0MZCXUgphLqb6mApvOg5NesW2Y8esjaLWvgO3Xvg0nwZjuOuoFzIEc5Fe4NrM/s1600-h/Lannion+10.JPG"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDC33RIRncaarjyRWj9-nB3wBuiUssP8DAYoDrfL8KaHbbYPaskL9EF_773c3X5BKbRDLyLZK7gMDqXV0MZCXUgphLqb6mApvOg5NesW2Y8esjaLWvgO3Xvg0nwZjuOuoFzIEc5Fe4NrM/s320/Lannion+10.JPG" border="0" /></a><div style="clear:both; text-align:RIGHT"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Marion Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283038599399821938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508606813127328495.post-51391567959106998702009-08-25T08:50:00.001-04:002009-08-25T08:51:51.316-04:00This one's for Rosie<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiydCUhmq-0ZivuiMXkx-tVtzOo4jjajEm4g5d_tpLLNeoNHhZHTANlAPfMC41gfBdZ1hyphenhyphen_-ZtHWJnp4s4OC66l41vbSWCvR1eLByALZ4KlDZd-XOiYcUdRjkVCxKnDQ1GPP5R1L3eC2xs/s1600-h/IMG_3422.JPG"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiydCUhmq-0ZivuiMXkx-tVtzOo4jjajEm4g5d_tpLLNeoNHhZHTANlAPfMC41gfBdZ1hyphenhyphen_-ZtHWJnp4s4OC66l41vbSWCvR1eLByALZ4KlDZd-XOiYcUdRjkVCxKnDQ1GPP5R1L3eC2xs/s320/IMG_3422.JPG" border="0" /></a> A galette Breton, which is a staple here. It's a buckwheat crepe about 13" or so, folded, with fillings. This had ham, onions, cheese, a few steamed pototo slices, and egg. The recipes I've seen use only buckwheat flour, not a mix of wheat and buckwheat flour like you usually see. The crepes are thin and crisp, not spongy. The fillings are not lavish so it makes a nice lunch.<div style="clear:both; text-align:RIGHT"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Marion Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283038599399821938noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508606813127328495.post-59921775671348248432009-08-25T06:31:00.000-04:002009-08-25T06:32:02.212-04:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4dMkS5V5I3cgKx-z-WWRT7A1-hUXIkyDjtIqR_k7IwLS7fQp7pUvC90bbZk0qQ6cJUQLLuBTZZyMcTJLwIXz3ZlsLm5knsJ03tXmedvNA2kk632SSp96KjxqL-EZIfRwg15c1aUwr_Eo/s1600-h/IMG_3406.JPG"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4dMkS5V5I3cgKx-z-WWRT7A1-hUXIkyDjtIqR_k7IwLS7fQp7pUvC90bbZk0qQ6cJUQLLuBTZZyMcTJLwIXz3ZlsLm5knsJ03tXmedvNA2kk632SSp96KjxqL-EZIfRwg15c1aUwr_Eo/s320/IMG_3406.JPG" border="0" /></a> Lannion shopping district.<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Marion Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283038599399821938noreply@blogger.com0