A bright and sunny morning

How to get a lively mood and feeling full of happiness in the morning....
The Shins.

When I lived in Paris, I used to listen to it every morning, when the sun was shining. It was really great to begin the day.  Sometimes jumping on Sleeping Lessons .... After that, you are full of spirit !

Or Guy Béart too, making breakfast, washing the dishes, or cooking on the hotplates. The day seemed then like a nice spring day, clear and simple, with a fresh touch in the air.

And when it was still night when I woke up, it always was HF Thiéfaine's last album, Scandale Mélancolique (listen here ). Its atmosphere is so strange that it was making a transition between the sleep, the dream, and the waking. Waking up sleeping, or sleeping while waking up. Smooth transition, without any violent break.

Just like a woman

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  "Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Ev'rybody knows
That Baby's got new clothes
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls
She takes just like a woman, yes she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks like a little girl.
    Queen Mary, she's my friend
Yes, I believe I'll go see her again
Nobody has to guess
That Baby can't be blessed
Till she finally sees that she's like all the rest
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls
She takes just like a woman, yes
She makes love just like a woman, yes she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.
    It was raining from the first
And I was dying there of thirst
So I came in here
And your long-time curse hurts
But what's worse
Is this pain in here
I can't stay in here
Ain't it clear that.
    I just can't fit
Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
When we meet again
Introduced as friends
Please don't let on that you knew me when
I was hungry and it was your world
Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes you do
You make love just like a woman, yes you do
Then you ache just like a woman
But you break just like a little girl.

Homemade burger

Looking at some cooking blogs, as I'm doing since a week, I found a recipe of homemade burger. It looked so tasty, that I wanted to try immediately. I had a lot to do this week-end, so I thought it'll be a good thing in the evening, since it was really quick. ("entre vous et nous, c'est une histoire de goût♩♪♫♬ ".................  sorry, it couldn't be helped). This insteresting blog is a Berry girl's one, (V) and the result is really yummy.

I made two versions. One "by night", colorful and fancy, and a plain one, that I wanted the most. Very appetizing with its natural and country look. Ingredients were typical ones, since with the minced beef, we use "Viande des Grisons" (a dried beef from the canton of Graubünden - we eat it a lot with  raclette), Reblochon (cheese from Savoie), onion, and I added tomato slices, browned in the frying pan with the minced beef. For the "by night" version, since I had vitelotte (a purple potato) and yellow turnip, I did chips - but in the oven, I prefer. And for the deco, fresh spinach and beetroot sprouts - a beautiful and magenta color. I only knew alfalfa and leek sprouts until now, but Saturday morning I came across them, and fell for the color.... 

And for today dinner, I made the plain version, with more cheese than in the recipe, and it was just perfect. If you want, you can find the recipe here (it's in french though). Next time i'll try to make the buns myself, it seems really easy, and with a good flour (half white and half whole wheat) it must taste even more yummy.

Baking

Here, I'm baking a cake almost every day. What I bake are new sorts of cakes, with "experimental" recipes. I find them looking at some interersting blogs. The first ones were related in Gloubiblog, recipes she was passing on or that she modified, in accordance with her gloubiboulga principe... 

I tried two. One with crystallized fennel. It was so soft, it was an ovation. Soft, in texture and taste, due to the use of both olive oil and blond sugar - I must add that it was an AOC and medal oil, produced here in Provence, at Aix-en-Provence. Both children and growns up found it delicious, and my little neighbour - a lovely little girl - was totally addict. She ate slice after slice, greedily.

The crystallized fennel with vanilla. My favourite vanilla is the Tahiti's one, whose pods are really pulpy (thick?) and wet. The flavour and the fragrance can't be compared to the other vanillas, it's strong, spicy but so sweet. I first discovered them in a well-known parisian grocer's, Izrael, the Ali Baba's cavern for spices lovers, where you can find the subtlest and rarest ones - and the most expensive too..... But a Tahiti vanilla pod is the equivalent of several Madagascar ones, for example, so you only use pieces of your pod, and not the whole one.

Mmmmmmm. Just hot from the oven, it filled the air and was fragant with a good scent of  fresh  butter....  when there wasn't an ounce of ...... just oil only.......

("it filled the air and was fragant with a good scent of fresh butter".... I must say - well maybe there are beautiful english expressions for it - that I'm so disappointed with this translation. It 's so beautiful and literary in french when we use these expressions - specially for cooking scents. "Il embaumait et fleurait bon le beurre frais"......... for language lovers, you can only be upset when you can't translate it..... because it gives off immediately dream pictures in the head. It's very specific and the sound of the words contribute to it too. You miss something in english. Sad.)

 "En habits de fête"..... (like we say in french :P)

 

So the same day, I also baked a chocolate cake, but in place of butter and flour, canned chickpeas mixed with milk were used. I love it a lot, really light. My neighbours' children don't really like chocolate cakes, so I can't tell, and they prefered the fennel one ; for my mother, there wasn't enough sugar. But the others who tasted it were addict, the parents, as well as my best friend, who previously visited me from Italy.

Now, let me introduce the third one. Found in another blog (les miam miam d'Annabel) With chestnut squash and orange........ I was really attracted. But I made two mistakes baking it. First, with my mother's oven, when you change the cooking program, it automatically puts on the last temperature used for this program..... I didn't know that, since I only have a little oven. And once I had put my cake in the oven, choosen program and temperature, I wanted to change the program......... so.......... 15 minutes before the end, I saw it was 240°C, and not 180°C like needed.............. Aarrrrghhh !!!!! it rose, at first, with the heat, but after that the excessive heat hardened it with a little crust, so it stopped to rise....   Luckily, I found then my second mistake, which corrected the first one. In fact not really corrected, but helped it to taste better. In fact, when I weighed the mashed squash, I went out to get soft brown sugar at my neighbour's... and I stayed there for an hour, drinking Rooibos tea, lefting the mashed squash in the scales. When I came back, I forgot that I had around 400g (well 360 I think) instead of 300..... 

But as a result, it helped the cake to taste better, and to have a pudding texture. Hot, I found it rather good. The day after - today- it was really good, like a true chestnut squash pudding, with strong orange flavour. My neighbours were amazed, they were found of it. Their little girl, who was reluctant after hearing the word "chestnut squash", found it delicious. And they gave me all the chestnut squashes they had left, so that I could bake it again this week-end !!!!! But the same cake, the failure!  not the one I should have baked...... So i'm facing now a new and harder challenge, how to deliberately fail a cake...... Don't know if I can get the same result... it'll be the surprise !

Insomnia

Insomnia.

I was taking my train today to go to Marseille, but I spent a very bad night. First was an insomnia around 3 in the morning. So I heard music in order to calm down my fever. I choose this song, because in the evening a new friend of mine tweeted Petula Clark's songs. It made me remember of this one, composed by Burt Bacharach, which I find beautiful - I should say I don't like all Petula Clark, but a few ones are really great. This girl's in love with you is one of them.

The world of Yakult

Reading two sites I discovered recently, Kyoto Foodie and Bionic Bong, I just found randomly in the last a very interesting new (well, new for me), that Yakult exists too in different flavors - but only in Singapore, seems.  Orange, grape and apple. As you can see, the colors are beautiful.

But although I didn't try them, I think I prefer the original one. Its taste is so specific that I'd miss something if it was corrupted.

Well, do you know Yakult ? It's like "Actimel version japonaise"... only in the principe though. Because if Actimel seems like milk or liquid yoghurt, Yakult is everything but milky. It's very light, in consistency and taste, almost aqueous, with a really particular flavor - it can't be explained but tasted.... The fact is that I miss it so much. When I lived in Paris, I was really addict. I discovered it first in "La Grande Epicerie de Paris" (the grocery store of the Bon Marché). It was really a miracle at that time .... - but a really expensive one...... (You bet, imported from Japan and sold in La Grande Epicerie !). But after that, the Champion (well, it was still Champion and not "Carrefour City'...) at Cardinal Lemoine started to have it, so it was great. 

(picture from STOP! Look, Listen)

The bottle, very small, a litlle translucid and a little opaque, is as refreshing as the drink - yes the great caracteristic of Yakult is this very refreshing side, as if a river or a brook was flowing gently in your mouth. It's evanescent.

Anyway, when you see this bottle, open, you want to drink it, it's impossible to resist. I'm sure you feel the same. Look at the rim of the neck of this bottle...  You want to drink it, right ?

And for the Brazilian people (ahahaha ;) ) it seems (thanks Google) that there is even a brazilian bottle !!!

But it's a pity. I'm actually looking at the european site, http://www.yakulteurope.com/, and you can find it all over in the other countries (yes in Italy too ! - smile), but in France, only in Paris..... ?????? but... why that ??? french discrimination, I protest. (in the site, you can click on your country if you want more informations). I forgot, Yakult has sugar, but from this site, it seems you can find it in light version - I don't guarantee the taste, I don't know.

It's been a long time since I discovered them in my student years, must have been around 2002 I guess. At the same time, and the same day, I remember I have bought  - still at La Grande Epicerie - spanish yogurt with pieces of Aloe vera. All these things were very new at that time, not like today. And they were really really good. The design of the yogurt too, very appealing. I am pretty sure they were spanish (there were also spanish yoghurt like Yakult or Actimel, with strawberry flavor), but I can't find it on internet. I only found the ones by Emmi, a swiss brand.

I think they must taste good too, since this brand is really good.

There is a Yakult vending machine too.... with Yakult quietly wainting in their field. It must be the Yakult paradise. If I could have one which dispenses yakults through the workings of the Holy Spirit (I found this translation in a Larousse online, but I don't know if it's good or not, and if it really exists in english. It's a french sentence "par l'opération du Saint-Esprit")....

 

Originally uploaded by cav...

To finish with Yakult, you can even find ice cream. By Yakult, like this

 (from DeeCoded via Google Images)

or in other countries, for example 

(from the blog i-first person singular)

Oh, I forgot to show you Yakult in their wrapping

(from R.I.P Diet via Google Images)

Here the flavored ones, but, the amazing one are the original, in their very long pack

Sorry, I didn't find a really satisfactory picture for the originals, and since I can't buy them, it can't be helped. The pack are with 7 bottles.

Hope you'll become addict too, and your intestinal flora too....

But like a Facebook group says , "Shirota strain ? Who cares! I drink Yakult because it tastes good !"

HAPPY NEW YEAR ! 良いお年を

antique wagashi mold
Originally uploaded by cgfan

"A l'an que ven se sian pas mai, 
 que siguen pas men"

Hello everyone !

I wish you an happy new year 2011. May your dreams come true.

Like every month, i wanted to put some monthly wagashi, to illustrate this new year, but i couldn't find a January wagashi that pleased me. And since it's winter, I thought of showing you instead wagashi wooden molds. They are used for a particular type of wagashi, the "higashi" (dried/hard wagashi).

 

Illustration from the blog ii-ne-kore
http://ii-ne-kore.blogspot.com/2010/01/traditional-wagashi-molds.html

All of them are always beautiful, and can be used in decoration, like we do in France with our old butter molds.

I found it in this blog, Tokyo Jinja, but it seems it's been taken from a book Japan: The Art of Living : A Sourcebook of Japanese Style for the Western Home, by Amy Katoh.

Hope I'll find some when i'll be in Japan.

May 2011 be as beautiful & delicious as a wagashi.
Since I just noticed that I forgot to display the December wagashi, I'll use it for this New Year, this so beautiful camellia flower. Hope your year will be like that, velvety, smooth and fluffy, but with great events, like the neat folds of this camellia - both natural and aesthetic (in french i'd say "stylé") at the same time.

December wagashi
Originally uploaded by bananagranola (busy)

November Wagashi . Un wagashi pour ma maman

November Wagashi
Originally uploaded by bananagranola (busy)

Just for the eyes.....













Aujourd'hui, 23 novembre, c'est à nouveau un anniversaire, et un double même. C'est d'abord celui de maman, et je lui souhait un merveilleux anniversaire. J'espère que ce wagashi reproduisant la beauté des feuilles d'érable lui plaira.
Et puis c'est aussi l'anniversaire de mon cousin Corse. Et oui, ils sont nés jour pour jour à 50 ans d'écart. Un beau coup du hasard. Donc une pensée affectueuse aussi pour lui, que j'ai enfin rencontré cet été, - enfin !!! - et que j'aime énormément, comme tous mes cousins corses. Gros gros bisous.
Et que leurs années continuent dans le même flamboiement et la même lumière que cette radieuse image de l'automne japonais - puisqu'érable il y a....

burning window
Originally uploaded by bananagranola (busy)

It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life.

Blue's the colour of the sky, hummmmh, in the mornin'

You will survive my friend !

There were the ones who were ill, and the ones who are. There are also the young ones who are slaving and sweating blood and tears for their future now... And the ones lost in some unknown lane, deep in a dark and obscure forest, somewhere, at some fork of their life. For all of them, a bit of energy in this sunny day.

HAPPY WEEK EVERYBODY !!!!!!!

Hello everyone !!!!!!! Did you have a sweet week-end ? hope you'll have a good day and a nice week too !!
And this song is specially for Miwo ;) Chiisana honoo ne ! You see, you can choose the version, or enjoy the two, to have all the fun you can before going to work :p
And now, .... music !!!!!!!!!!

Sunday morning...

Corsican feelings

1.E' puru simu qui  2.Una tarra ci hè  3.A paghjella di l'impiccati  4.Trè  5.Malanni  6.Sò l'omu  7.Fiure  8.A Muntagnera  9.A'l'Acula di Cintu  10.U Lamentu i Maria  11.Da Grande  12.L'Ombra murtulaghju  13.Eo Sai

Well, I'm ill, it's cold, it's pouring down. It's sunday, and tomorrow the day for the deads.

Nice week-end...

So the evening is coming and with the night i'm huddling at home (-waiting for some event ... as my friends know ...). And I thought it'll be good to listen to the group "A Filetta" with such an atmosphere.

For the people who don't know, I'm Corsican  - as well as Provençal.  I don't forget Berry too - which is a beautiful land I came from by my father - but I didn't grow up there, so I naturally identify with those two countries, Provence and Corsica, and I strongly feel those roots in me, which I'm very proud of. I just spent a wonderful summer in Corsica, it was such a  marvelous experience and such an happy memory! So i'm really enjoying tonight listening to this music. And drinking corsican white beer ; more than a beer it's like drinking a cloud. So sweet, without any bitterness, i was amazed (- i tried the Pietra this summer, amber chestnut beer, really very good, but not such a thing like the Colomba). I'm just reading something about on the net :

        "COLOMBA is a white beer of 5° alcohol strength, brewed from barley and wheat and flavoured with herbs from the Corsican maquis. Unfiltered, and bottom-fermented, it is naturally clouded because of the presence of yeast, but its taste and scent come from the heart of the maquis. A delicate blend of tree strawberry, myrtle, and juniper is prepared in a large tea-ball and left to infuse in the kettle while cooking the wort.

This exclusive recipe has received accolades from the specialists: voted best white beer in England for 2003 by the magazine GastroPub, or described as “a headily scented white beer. A very refreshing beer, built on a perfect balance between freshness, bitterness and sweetness.” by Dominique Laporte - best sommelier of France for 2004.

           COLOMBA, the beer from the maquis."

I'm with only two bottles left and I think I will not dare touch them too soon (when will I have some others ?!) !!!!!

Anyway, the music and the beer are cocooning me, and the evening became somewhat mysterious and beautiful, like you own the world, with the feeling that these low and deeps voices which resound deep within me,  are spreading through the night all over the world.

I was about to post only the last song, "Eo sai", which always gives me sobs in the voice... Such a beautiful deep love song. And when I drank my Colomba, I thought "Una tarra ci hè" will be in harmony with the weather and the reminiscences from Corsica.
In the end, I posted all the disc.............. !

As much as A strada di l'avvene e Canti di a terra è di l'omi by Canta u populu corsu give me of the feeling of spring, I image this disc with autumnal atmosphere.


 EO SAI
     "Eo sai saraghju qui
Pè chi mimoria toia
Abbia sempre una lenza da annacquà
Un sole da ragighjà
       Eo sai saraghju qui
A' parà ti lu tempu
Chi hà da zuccà è fronte
A porghje ti a e volte e mio riviglie tonte
      A sente di centu è più cose di
Eo sai saraghju qui
      Eo sai saraghjù qui
Ad' apprunpinquà i ghjorni
Pè chi u viaghju
Ùn si fia in un travintaghju
     Eo sai saraghju qui
Quandu strughje l'ultima neve
E chi Golu fattu si ne hè zergosu
Da l'anni sbrembatu ma silenziosu
     A senti ti centu è più cose di
Eo sai saraghju qui "


       UNA TARRA CI HÈ
    "Una tarra ci hè per voi
Di lacrime d'invernu
D'ore chi varnu in darnu
E' di luce chi piglia fine
Toccu Sittembre, dolce cunfine.
    Una tarra ci hè per voi
Di sarre impaurite
Di carghji annant'à e dite
omi in tana è frastoni
Quandu s'incroscanu i toni.
    Una tarra ci hè per voi
Fragata da l'arsure
Brusgiata da e cutrure
Spusalizia d'Eternu
Trà notte è fede, è infernu.
    Una tarra ci hè per voi
Di mare, monde è disertu
Di sfide è danni à ch'ùn hà apertu
E calle di l'amicizia
Una tarra ci hè... Divizia ! "

And it's my land,  the Castagniccia's land, huddling at the heart of Corsica.

"- Aime-moi tendre, aime-moi vrai...(...) - C'est quoi ces conneries ?!"

Un extrait de Le Grand Détournement - La Classe américaine. Je pense que la plupart d'entre vous le connaisse. Il est difficile en tout cas de choisir un extrait plus qu'un autre. Ce passage avec "l'énergumène" Presley vaut son pesant d'or............... et je ne peux m'empêcher du coup de poster la vidéo, vous le comprendrez aisément lorsque vous l'aurez vue.

Ci-dessous un très bon moment, mieux construit, plus condensé, et qui m'a fait rire un bon moment. Un ami l'a posté aujourd'hui sur Facebook, ce qui m'a emmenée à visionner à nouveau Le Grand Détournement (tout n'y est pas non plus génial, mais il y quand même des morceaux savoureux.... du bon "crousti-fondant"!)
Clark Gable aux champignons... un moment fort ! Je te dédie la vidéo papa !
Et "si (vous) v(oulez) me parler, envo(yez)-moi un fax! "

And for my friends and the people who can't understand french or need subtitles to make it easy, I found for you (yeah, i'm very nice...) the movie Le Grand Détournement-La Classe américainewith english subtitles. The first part is here. Enjoy!
(Well, it's not "World of pain!", but "World of shit!")

Voina i Mir - War and Peace

Nouveau volet de mes billets sur le cinéma russe, en ce dimanche pluvieux je vous propose aujourd'hui la longue saga russe Voina i Mir, le Guerre et Paix dans la version de Sergueï Bondartchouk. Réalisé entre 1965 et 1967, il obtint l'Oscar du meilleur film étranger en 1968. Grandiose fresque épique, elle m'avait émerveillée lorsque je la découvris durant mes années de lycée.

Comme beaucoup de film russes - vous avez déjà pu le voir dans les contes - la nature tient une place toute particulière et les forêts de bouleaux participent de cette plongée au coeur des âmes.

Les acteurs sont bons, les prises sont belles, le bon vieux Tolstoï peut dormir heureux dans sa tombe; il est rare pourtant que j'apprécie l'adaptation cinématographique d'une oeuvre littéraire. Je dois dire que je n'ai pas râlé tout le long du film - et pourtant il est diablement long, 6h42 (!), j'aurais pu trouver matière -  j'ai été littéralement ravie. Je dois avouer que Viacheslav Tikhonov dans le rôle du Prince Andreï n'est pas pour déplaire.

La scène de bal. J'ai toujours aimé comment Tolstoï décrit les "frêles épaules" de Natacha (si ma mémoire ne me joue pas des tours), et cette fragilité du personnage transparaît dans l'interprétation de Ludmila Savéliéva. Très beau moment aussi, au cours de la scène de chasse, que celui où Natacha,  dans une cabane en bois, danse aux sons de rythmes populaires.

Une phrase qui m'avait marquée aussi à la lecture de l'oeuvre, prononcée par le prince Andreï, "Non je ne vous aime pas plus. Je vous aime mieux", innovante pour l'adolescente que j'étais. Mais je ne sais pas aujourd'hui, si j'y adhère toujours. J'ai tenté à mon tour, lorsque le moment fut venu, "d'aimer mieux", mais cela ne m'a pas apporté le bonheur.

Combien, par contre, ai-je pu à 17 ans jeter l'anathème sur Natacha lorsqu'elle épouse Pierre Bezoukhov! Elle ne se marie pas parce que naît en elle un nouvel amour pour Pierre, elle se marie pour se marier, pour fonder une famille, pour ne pas être seule ! J'étais folle de rage qu'elle ne se dédie pas toute sa vie à son amour pour le Prince Andreï (Viacheslav Tikhonov, en plus, vous pensez !). Qu'elle se remarie par amour ou par passion, soit ! Mais pas comme çaaaa!.... 

En écrivant cet article, je viens de découvrir avec désespoir que celui qui avait fait tant battre mon coeur (oui, je sais, dans mes jeunes années, il semblerait que bon nombre l'on fait battre ne serait-ce que Laurence Olivier ou Nicolaï Tcherkassov, parmi tant d'autres !!!) s'est éteint en décembre 2009 ........... J'avais banni la télévision à ce moment-là, et je suis passée à côté peut-être du seul évènement marquant. Lors de mes premières années d'étudiante parisienne, j'avais pour voisine au-dessus de chez moi, une charmante russe, Ludmila, et nous avons souvent parlé ensemble de Viacheslav Tikhonov. Elle m'apprit ainsi - mais j'ai malheureusement oublié la formulation exacte - qu'après le film 17 moments du printemps, dans lequel il incarnait un officier nazi, circulait cette sentence devenue proverbiale : "Mieux vaut un seul printemps avec Viacheslav Tikhonov que toute sa vie avec son mari"...... (les tares dostoïevskiennes ont la vie dure....).

Pour les longues soirées d'hiver à venir.........

This playlist from War and Peace (the russian version by Sergueï Bondartchouk) has subtitles in english, so I hope you too will discover this great adaptation from War and Peace by Tolstoy.

Il est assez dur sur You tube de trouver une version bien encodée et complète de Voyna i mir qui ne soit pas en uniquement en russe. Elle se voit bien, mais elle pèche essentiellement lorsqu'on veut la passer en mode plein écran.
Et pour les impatient(e!)s, l'histoire entre Natacha et Andreï ne commence qu'à la toute fin du volume 1... et tout s'anime et se teinte de couleurs au volume 2.

Plaisirs d'automne.

Parfait pour écrire mon post sur le cinéma russe cet après-midi, alors que la pluie tombe de plus belle. C'est chaud, c'est velouté, c'est chocolaté. Jusqu'à l'écoeurement. 

Regarder en même temps quelques extraits du film dont je vais vous parler d'ici ce soir. Un bon dimanche d'automne.

Originally uploaded by jsparkenbroke

Originally uploaded by jsparkenbroke

Puis, pour ceux qui ne le savaient pas (ou pas encore...), je suis vicieuse, j'adore tourmenter mes amis en leur parlant de cuisine, de petits plats et de recettes, de préférence lorsqu'ils ou elles sont en train de travailler.... Certaines amies aujourd'hui en Italie qui ont subi ce supplice de Tantale pourraient le prouver ; d'autant que je n'utilisais pas de photos à l'époque, mais m'évertuais à les faire saliver par le seul biais des mots......  J'en garde de bons souvenirs.

Si vous en voulez plus, il suffit de cliquer sur les photos pour les enlargir.

Avis à la population

Je vous transmets ici le message de mon amie de lycée, installée depuis nombre d'années en Italie, et qui est actuellement guide à Florence. Elle propose jusqu'en janvier 2011 la visite guidée de l'exposition sur le peintre Bronzino, au Palazzo Strozzi.( ici ). Pour ceux donc qui seraient dans les environs à ces dates, et qui voudraient profiter d'une visite par une belle, jeune et vive guide, il suffit de la contacter par l'intermédiaire de son site (ici) ou même de mon blog. Elle propose d'autre part tout au long de l'année des visites guidées de Florence, pour ceux qui seraient intéressés.

My dear friend from high school is now a qualified guide for the beautiful city Florence, in Italy. She takes part until January 2011 in the show "Bronzino", at Palazzo Strozzi (here). So, if you are there at this time, and if you want a lovely and qualified guide, you can contact her through her website (here) or my blog, leaving comments. Moreover, all over the year, she can show you around Florence ; if you are interested, please have a look at her professional blog or in my links, "Visites guidées de Florence". She speaks french, italian and english.

O primeiro Canto

I woke up this morning with this song, and so did I spend the morning. It was so good, drinking my hot tea, Bamyan, with sun all over in my head, listening to this beautiful melody. It's Velha Chica, and it's by Dulce Pontes. 

Je me suis replongée dans le fado depuis deux bonnes semaines, et ça fait tellement de bien. De l'or pur, et un merveilleux baume pour l'âme. L'écouter m'a redonnée l'envie (je sais, il n'y a aucun rapport ^^) de me remettre au tango. Et j'ai découvert, ô joie, qu'il y avait des milonga à Kyoto et Tokyo !!! Il est un peu étrange de partir au Japon pour apprendre le tango, me direz-vous, ... soit ! Et ? :p

J'espère même y commencer enfin le flamenco, le grand rêve de ma vie !

En attendant, je me griserai de fado.


PS: je tiens à préciser que depuis que j'ai réussi à mettre des mp3 sur mon blog (i.e hier.....!) je risque fort d'en abuser et sur-abuser..........
Et pour ceux qui voudraient écouter plus de fado, vous en trouverez en bas de mon blog dans la playlist Deezer de gauche.