Blue Sky Tag

A fortnight ago, Emma from Curly Girl Abroad nominated me for the Blue Sky Tag; I’m not entirely sure of its origins, but I’m only too happy to tag along (pardon the awful pun). Emma’s blog is a lovely mishmash of general ponderings, baking and travelling – so if you fancy touring Europe (and a chunk of the US of A) from your sofa, then head on over! Thank you for the nomination Emma, and without further ado on y va!

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Back in the Big Smoke

As things turned out, I found myself back in the UK rather sooner than expected – for an assessment centre, the part of recruitment processes that us millennials all love to hate. (As far as these things go it was an enjoyable day, though I did feel rather brain-drained afterwards!) Since I had to reschedule things in order to attend, I found myself with a day in London to fill beforehand and promptly arranged to meet up with my mum (during the day) and Laurence (once he’d finished work).

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3 Unmissable French Series | 3 Séries Françaises Incontournables

Whilst the French are undoubtedly the pioneers of cinema – or the septième art, as they fondly call it – it’s taken them a remarkably long time to transfer their talent to the small screen. For decades, the picture palace was top dog and the box was a poor second best. Now, however, the tides are turning and funds are flooding in for small screen productions. When it comes to series, I’m a tough one to please – but Les Revenants, Marseille and Disparue deliver the goods (and then some).

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Châteaux and Chemins

Ambérieu-en-Bugey is a sleepy commune some fifty kilometres north-east of Lyon. Bound by the Rhône to the south and the Jura to the north, the Bugey is a region steeped in history – and the castles perched on the hilltops around Ambérieu-en-Bugey are no exception. In late November, Olivier spontaneously suggested a walk in the Bugey to see some of the region’s castles and the autumnal colours (which, for the most part, had unfortunately been and gone) and I was only too happy to swap the city for the countryside for a day!

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La Vie Lyonnaise #8 | Spring has Sprung

Spring has finally put in an appearance and, after January’s sub-zero temperatures and February’s perpetually grey skies, life feels a little brighter as a result. (The fact the end of term is just over two weeks away may also have something to do with that, but I digress.) Grassy verges in the Parc de la Tête d’Or are covered in swathes of golden daffodils, bees are buzzing amongst the blossoms, and primroses, forget me nots and daisies are abound.

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My Bookshelf #1 – March 2017

When I was younger, I would spend hours absorbed in a good (or, occasionally, bad) book. For as many summers as I can remember, I would plough through books at a rate of knots to complete the local library’s Summer Reading Challenge; I still remember the elated feeling when I finished first one summer. And then, somewhere between Holes and Lord of the Flies, books became a means to an end: passing exams. Along came university, with its mile-long bibliographies and modules with a mélange of interesting and not-so-interesting set texts. (Sorry Boris Vian.) In the holidays, I dipped in and out of my well-thumbed paperbacks; a welcome respite from inventing dozens of meanings for a sentence that, in all probability, only held one for the author. I spent much of last term trying to find my feet and make friends (little headway made on the latter); this term, when I’m not dashing across campus from one class to another, I’m usually scouring the library shelves for another promising read (or reading said promising read in the staffroom). As such, I’ve decided to start a quarterly feature celebrating my favourite reads.

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Marseille, Mon Amour

All too soon, our time in Marseille was drawing to a close and it was time to bid farewell to the merveilles of Marseille. (How is it that time always speeds up when you’re on holiday?) After packing up our belongings and making the obligatory stop at a nearby boulangerie to pick up breakfast essentials (and some extra supplies for Laurence’s flight), we set off on foot to explore Marseille’s street art scene.

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