This photo was taken on the rue De L'Arbre Vert in Strasbourg, France. |
"To journey without being changed is to be a nomad.
To change without journeying is to be a chameleon.
To journey and to be transformed by the journey is to be a pilgrim." -Mark Nepo
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
An Artist Sketching
Friday, March 16, 2012
Enjoying the Sights at the Saturday Farmer's Market
The farmer's market was hopping last Saturday morning in Strasbourg. It is still too early for any spring vegetables or fruits yet. But there were a lot of potatoes, carrots, leeks, and cheese being sold.
Some musicians were playing jigs at the market. Quite a few people were gathered around, tapping their feet to the music. |
These curly, decorative twigs seem to be all the rage right now. |
I love seeing how people transport their baguettes. |
This cheese really brought the funk. Yes, it is edible. And yes, my husband and I bought some and ate it. It was delicious! |
Some fresh, young cheese and yogurt in a cooler |
A vendor taking down the umbrella at his stand. |
I tried to take a profile picture of this man, but a lady walked into the frame. Sooooo...... |
..... I took another picture of him. I think grandfatherly, European men have so much style. |
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Monday, March 5, 2012
Spring is Emerging in Strasbourg
This photo was also taken at the Musee de l"Oeuvre Notre-Dame. There are some white flowers blooming at the base of this sculpture. |
People are spending more time outdoors. A lady, still bundled in her wool coat, scarf, and boots, is reading outside in the Place de la Republique. |
The forsythia is beginning to have a yellowish tinge. |
Optimistic cafe owners are starting to put seats outside. |
Friday, March 2, 2012
The Orange Vespa
It is not common to see Vespas in Strasbourg. People here tend to pedal their bikes rather than ride motorized ones. This orange Vespa caught my eye when I was passing by a post office. I snapped a picture, thinking it was quintessentially European.
I never thought that I would see it again. But about an hour later, it buzzed past me. The driver had a cigarette clamped between his lips as he was driving. A halo of smoke surrounded his head. I quickly grabbed my camera and snapped another photo, pleased with seeing the Vespa in action.
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