Saturday, December 5, 2020

Christmas Carol #2

Loic comes to blow leaves. He is observed from the safety of the front door.

The French government is selling jet fighters to India. There's a big training base about 100 or so miles away. Tow aircraft hurtle over , at tree height, just as the sun is rising over the church . We think they use this part of the world for low level flying because the population density is so low. Who's going to complain?  Sophie wanders out into the garden and glares skywards. The jets are long gone. Immersed in the noise of his leaf blower Loic fails to notice them.

 Off to Copenhagen for Christmas Carol #2. Mega-cool trees :

Just the two of us this year. We decide to decorate as if there's a full house. 'The Font' is browsing for linen placemats . Getting delivery from here ( for those in France ) is easy :

This hotel has just re-opened. A favourite watering hotel of Churchill. For us it's a 45 minute flight south. The last time we were there it was the Moroccan rainy season - which came as a surprise as we'd never envisaged that Morocco might have a rainy season :


WFT Nobby said...

Love the top photo of Sophie standing at the beautifully weathered old door. (Also love the more recent 'what part of woof' sign!)
Somewhere buried deep in an unvisited drawer, I have a set of linen table mats embroidered by my grandmother. Perhaps I should dig them out this year? I suspect these items were embroidered under duress as my grandmother lived with us for 20 years and I never once remember her embarking on any kind of needlework, or for that matter cooking, for pleasure. It is a myth that all grannies were domestically inclined, even those born in 1899.
Cheers! Gail.

Poppy Q said...

No placemats needed here. Just me for Christmas with dinner on my knee will be fine.

Lisa in France said...

I also liked the photo of Sophie standing in the enormous doorway, and I loved the thundersnow post from yesterday - who knew? The Malaika website is alluring, and I am wondering whether octopus placemats could somehow pass as seasonal. My mother owned a gift shop and we have a pretty complete collection of traditional Christmas linens and dishes, but maybe something different this year . . . We are lucky to have a full house, but it makes me wonder how many more we will have. They grow up. We always go out for Christmas Eve dinner, to allow time for Santa to arrive and put the presents under the tree (we do a German-style Christmas the night before). A couple of years ago, we tried to do something different, on the theory that they "know," but they were both mightily upset, so this year, we have been puzzling how to dine out safely. We've settled on a favorite Indian restaurant that has outdoor seating and lap blankets. They do have a lovely Christmas tree.

Camille said...

Love that the children in the choir are not only electrified but barefoot too. It will also be just we two for Christmas this year which I'm trying very hard to embrace. I do have some lovely fancy placemats to pull out of the linen cupboard and it's definitely time to finally put them to good use. And here comes our first major storm today. They're predicted over a foot of snow during the next 24 hours with blizzard like conditions. It will definitely begin to look a lot like Christmas around here very soon.

Maudie said...

Tempted by the linen site! Thank you for the introduction.

Coppa's girl said...

Both my mother, and mother in law, were exquisite embroiderers. Sadly I didn't follow suit, but inherited a great many beautiful, fine quality linen tablecloths, napkins and crochet galore - all of which went to next generation down new brides, or the Charity shop! Very unfashionable when I married, so not something I ever really used. I tried, but the sheer effort of laundering and ironing far outweighed the attraction of a beautifully set table. I feel the same way about cut glass too and gave all mine away, even though we received a complete set of everything as a wedding present. As you will gather, I'm more a Philistine rather than a traditionalist, although I do appreciate how beautiful these linens are - on someone else's table!
No problem for me - I'm dining out on 25th!

Taste of France said...

I also have a lot of table and bed linens embroidered by my grandmother (or her mother or grandmother). I love them.
Malaika means angel in Swahili (and I think the Arabic word is very similar). There's a lovely pop song with the title. I think the 1981 cover by Boney M is the one I first became acquainted with, although I don't recall the early disco beat. I recall it as such a tender song. I remember the words better than I do the national mungu nguvu yetu, ilete baraka kwetu, mumble mumble mumble. But it's also an incredibly beautiful son.
As for the Mamounia, another good memory. I just stuck my head in and stayed at a cheap riad in the center. Very beautiful!