Hello lovely people, I'm back! How are you all?
I am happy to be home again after a long road journey through Europe. My last post was in May! How time flies.
I have many nice places to share with you. I had my iPad with me on my trip but Blogger doesn't go into 'photos' when I ask it to insert an image. So I haven't been able to blog while we were travelling. I'm really sorry. Now that I'm back I shall ask Blogger how to do that. This item will go on my to-do list but there are other things to do.
We are in the process of moving from the 4th floor to the ground floor (it's much cooler downstairs). We have built a self contained, wheelchair friendly flat for when we are old and grey and won't be able to cope with all those stairs. But why wait until we are disabled? Lets move now, just for the summer so we can stay cool.
While I was away I have put my Postcrossing on 'non-active', so I have not received many postcards. Just these two:
This one is from the south of Russia. From Krasnodar to be precise. On the back of the card is written where and what it is but I can't read Russian. Whatever it is, it is beautiful architecture and colours. I love it.
The other card is from Taiwan:
It is a horse drawn with ink on paper with the title ' A War Horse' 1941. The artist is HSU Pei-Hong 1895-1953 and it is kept in the Taipei Art Museum Collection in Taiwan. I like that one very much too.
Now for some photos of our journey and a beverage because I can't wait to join the T-gang at Elizabeth and Bluebeard's T-party.
One of the villages we stopped for coffee was called Ainhoa. It is a village in the French Basque country in the foothills of the Pyrenees.
It consists of one long street really but it is very pretty.
I found this information about it:
The village is formed by a main street full of incredibly beautiful Basque style houses. However, most of the original houses were destroyed during the Thirty Years’ War and the ones that we see today were rebuilt in the 16th and 17th centuries
The largest part of Basque country is in northern Spain, but there is this little bit in France too. The people feel their distinct Basque identity and speak a totally different language.
The names and words on the houses look really weird to me and I don't understand a word of their language. (Luckily they speak English in the coffee shop)I love the architecture.
So we found the cafe and ordered our coffee. This is inside the cafe:
But we sat outside as it was lovely weather:
As you can see I had a cold glass of beer and we also ordered a Spanish Tortilla (tortilla de patate).(We were only a minute from The Spanish border).
Next week I will show more lovely places we visited.
So Happy T-Day everyone!
Until next week,