I am contacting the city archives of Rouen in my best (worst) French about my fled French ancestor and his Brazilian-Indian history, from my desk computer. I need reading glasses on a cord around my neck for this e-mailing sesh. I finally am ancient.
A conservatory can be a room where one can literally sit in the garden, separated only by glass from the natural world outside. Here the furnishings are deliberately simple and pale, to keep attention focused on the view. The grey-green colour of the framework of this garden room is carried through in the colour of the chairs and wooden cupboard which furnish it.
Last night I went to a Portuguese poetry/pub/party night for young folks in Amsterdam, and I had such a good time. No one can tell me fado music doesn’t get the party started lol
It’s 11 at night. It rains. My shutters are closed but my windows behind them are slightly opened (like tilted), so I can hear the rain fall on these deserted and empty smalltown streets. There are frogs outside in the ditch next to my house. I think dozens of them. They are loud. Awfully f*cking loud lol. I am going to sleep.
