Sculpted Face, Provins, France

Lovely profile, worn out by the elements.

Detail of Wooden Beam , Orleans, France

The imagination of artists and artisans can make the most mundane object into a marvellous one.

Street Art, Grinning Cat, Orleans, France

I love this grinning cat and each time I go to Orelans I check to see if its still there. It is located above the Salle des Thèses, an old historic monument by itself, not far from the Cathedral of Orléans.

Old Tap on Old Wall

This old tap and basin was been integrated into a decor, which is often the case in France.

Old Police Car, France

An old police car that had to be carted along for this car show.

Captivity: Poem

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Captivity

Dried roses, crumbling into dust
All beliefs, convictions and trust
All I have to show for years of believing
Is tracks and traces of dust


Sifted by the wind and rain
Grains of sand fly here and there
Why is it here and now, a single cell
Transfixed, is unable to go anywhere


Much vaunted intellectual autonomy
The roots of epistemology
Senses spin in scented darkness, and
Wait, transfixed like those grains of sand.


Captive to thoughts and inspiration
Distanced by wild pointless aspiration
Waiting for the breeze to come and scatter
My life's blood, my life's matter


Copyright: Rani Turton

Beauty Stop at Auxerre, France

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I was wandering around the fascinating streets of Auxerre when I came across this picturesque beauty institute. The old wooden beams that support this building must be ancient. The two smiling ladies who goodnaturedly agreed to let me photograph them and put them in my blog are so beautiful one certainly feels like walking into this divine beauty institute. It offers beauty care products that are ocean-derived. nfortunately they were closing when I came upon them, but on my next visit to Auxerre, I'll given into temptation. If one comes out looking as beautiful as these two ladies, it will be well worth it.
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Marie France C
3 Place de L'Yonne
Place Saint Nicolas
89000 Auxerre

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Tel: 03 86 52 79 25
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email: mf.chapotin@wanadoo.fr

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With the permission of the above.
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J'errais dans les rues fascinantes d'Auxerre et le hasard m’a conduit vers cet institut de beauté pittoresque. Les poutres en bois qui soutiennent la construction doivent être antiques. Les deux dames souriantes qui ont bien voulu me laisser les photographier pour mon blogue sont si belles que l’on a envie d’entrer. L’Institut propose des produits de beauté dérivés de l'océan. Malheureusement il fermait au moment de mon passage, mais lors de ma prochaine visite à Auxerre, je me laisserai bien tenter. Si l’on en sort aussi belle que ces deux dames, cela en vaudra la peine.

Revelations, Sobering: Poem

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Revelations, Sobering

I was only one more pebble on the shore.
I was only one more star in the sky.
When the eternal wind, cosmic or terrestrial
Stellar or sober, blew, blew like the last call
I was the cosmic dust and the desert gloom

The drops of rain that splatter on city sidewalks
The waves that slowly claim the beaches
The lunar tides, the birds last songs
The time to come, the moments gone by.

Glimpse this instant of life
My window is the world
The bread I eat, the hand I hold,
The love in my eyes will tell the ocean's gaze
Life has to be lived with intensity
I am one with the world's density.

Green Guitarist, Gagny, France

A guitarist of an unusual kind...

Unusual Post Office, France

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Quite an unusual sight in France, that of clothes drying in the sun above the Post Office. Rather endearing, in fact.

The Rose and the Shadow: Poem

The Rose and the Shadow

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The rose spoke o the shadow:

"But why do you follow me?"

The shadow replied, "Never have I seen

A beauty to rival with thee."

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The rose blushed in confusion

And didn't know what to say

The shadow, courteously said:

"Let me stay near you if I may".

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"It is only by your substance

That I may take form

Your very existence enables me

To exist and perform."

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The rose and the shadow thus

Became the closest of friends

From sunrise to sunset

The shadow the rose defends.

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Copyright: Rani Turton

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Eiffel Tower Behind Trees, Paris

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The Eiffel Tower behind trees on a rather misty day. It looked poetic.

Speak to Me Softly: Poem

SPEAK TO ME SOFTLY

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Speak to me, then, softly and low

Speak to me about all the places that you've known

Tell me about your life and why

Your eyes, your hands, your face

Reminds me of things long gone by

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Speak to me then, about your feelings and fears

I'll listen, I promise, I never will stop

Your flow of words, the timbre of your voice

Gives me shivers and leaves me no choice

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Speak to me then about passion and pain

And I will listen until it is dawn again

Your voice is so low, so beautiful, so grave

It sets alight the stars in the night;

Your voice is what when the years spin by

The missing substance that I will crave;

Your voice will bring the tears to my eyes

Years later at every sunrise.

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Copyright: Rani Turton

Puss and the Paparazzi

Kitty was definitely protesting against the flashes of the paparazzi. Oh, the complications of a cat's life!

Old Peugeot Bumper

An old Peugeot bumper at a car show.

Blazing Suns Once Blackened Me: Poem

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Blazing Suns Once Blackened Me

Blazing suns once blackened me
My soul was light
I watched the moon dancing
With the clouds at night

Cold winter wind bleached me
That was my misery
My soul became dark
A sad lonely destiny

I whispered and moaned
My life seemed thus sealed
My mind fled thither
Into wounds never healed

Copyright: Rani Turton