vendredi 31 août 2012

2 days ”in the wild” – Arowhon Pines; August 2012

Civilisation away from civilisation! Back at Arowhon Pines Lodge (see blog entries in 2011). Right in Algonquin Park; 3 to 4 hours north of Toronto. Comfortable lodging and great food (and good wine, depending on what you brought along!). Quiet sight on the lake from the main lodge, sitting and sipping whatever leisurely on the porch. Water is cold for swimming, but it is not an excuse yet! Canoeing on the immediate lake (and further as we have done in the past...)

Great way to escape the tohu-bohu of Toronto (leaving early, before the traffic builds up, it helps!) Stopped on the way in Gracebridge for lunch at “155 Street” restaurant, a place we enjoyed when visiting the Muskoka region Labor Day weekend 3 years ago (see 2009 blog entry) – as enjoyable! Earlier, since we had some time before lunch, stopped in Gravenhurst to see the brand new museum building added to the Norman Bethune memorial house – disappointed as the dedicated museum is still empty, and the only thing to see (aside from the house, which we had visited before) is the exterior shell of this modern structure. Give it a few more months to fill up with artefacts and memorabilia, we are told!

Up early (very early!). Sunny throughout; chilly in the early morning and later in the evening, but warm during the day, with the sun is shining. Staying at the Sherwood pavillon (room 9 – bathroom renovated). Enjoying lighting the fire and “feeding” it, in the common room’s fireplace, while it is still pitch black out there! Sitting, reading and writing at this early hour.

Usual meals at the Lodge (photo below). Last day lunch, in company of Cynthia’s family: Father and mother, sister Teresa and husband.

Have booked same time for next year (single cabin at the very end - more private!)



Arowhon Pines, August 30, 2012

jeudi 30 août 2012

Portland, August 2012



In town for the annual Bandwidth Conference (has moved from SFO where it used to be held; next year, I hear Chicago...) The conference is held at the “Kennedy School”, an 80+ years old complex, designed in the Italian Renaissance revival style, that used to be a school, and now, renovated by the McMenamis family, is a multi-function building (lots of art exhibits scattered around). There is an open-air soaking pool in the complex (very nice intricate tile work!) where Laurence and Beatrice have been before (we joined there - see phot below - along with Eric, at the end of the conference – after a drink at the Boiler Room Bar, with its Gothic feel, and before going to dinner nearby (Laurelhurst Restaurant on Burnside Street, East)

Spent the weekend with Laurence, Eric et la petite Béatrice. The Small Portable House project is underway and construction is taking shape (at least the bottom – see photo below; much more advanced on paper!)

Sound breakfast in the country side (in the area nearby of Hillsboro). Lunch/collation at Oven and Shaker, in the Pearl’s district in Portland. Dinner that night with Eric’s parents, at Laurence and Eric’s place. Lunch the day after in town at Isabel Restaurant (pancake breakfast at home!), after a visit to Eric’s store. “Hand-Eye Supply” – a “brick & mortar” offshoot of Core 77. Walked after on both sides of the Willamette River (crossing at the N Steel Bridge, coming back in town through the SE Morrison Bridge!), before checking in at Hotel Monaco (part of the Kimpton Hotels brand) where I got an upgrade.

Portland, August 29, 2012

lundi 20 août 2012

Fort-Chambray, Gozo, Malta – August 2012



12 days (August 8 to 20) – 7th time for me; 6th for Cynthia.
Weather, always sunny, with a few clouds, sometimes; 28 to 30Centigrade (80-85F). More humid than in June (last year) though…
Well established daily routine; running (6 to 7 laps; 30-35 min) and swimming (avg. 15 laps) every day, then alternatively, early in the morning. Healthy eating. Down at least 8 pounds.
Week of Immaculate Conception (August 15). Santa Marija, patron saint of Victoria. Major feast and traditional fireworks. Decided to pass – celebration much same as in Nadur for their feast which we attended last year. Lots of bell ringing, we noticed more this year. There are “only” 5 churches we can see from Fort-Chambray!
Planning to be back in December this year. Putting the flat on the market for rental while not here (few web platforms, plus local agent).  
Dinner “al fresco” at Tatita’s in St-Lawrenz, hosting Carol and Michael. Second time there. Very good. Reviewed for Trip Advisor.

dimanche 12 août 2012

Dublin IV – Wednesday, August 8

Only the morning to visit. Time for churches: 2 cathedrals! Both to accommodate the British rulers at one point. Christchurch and St-Patrick, not too far apart. There is a 3rd cathedral, likely catholic…and not particularly attractive, I read…!

Christchurch is the most inviting (picture above). We went in, even visited the crypt (with its treasures and restaurant!) Attractive. Built were the Vikings established themselves, not far from the Liffey, around the millennium! The cathedral went through various periods of neglect; restored at the end of the 19th century – paid for by a rich distiller! Rather amusing: the relics of the (founding) bishop O’Toole’s heart, kept in a small cage, was stolen, yes stolen, earlier this year!
Walked by St-Patrick (picture below), but did not enter...

A beer (local brand; Harp) at Temple Bar; where we read about Mr. Temple, how he eventually ended up in Dublin; and why it is called Temple Bar!

Fish n’ Chips at Malone’s. Not an experience to repeat!

A last café at the dylan, and off we go to the airport. To resurface at the Sheraton Hotel at the airport in Frankfurt. Taxi ride with an Argentinian who has been here for some 10 years – married to an Argentinian as well, met here in Dublin!

Frankfurt, August 8, 2012


Dublin III – Tuesday, August 7

Morning visit to the Chester Beatty Library. Eclectic and impressive; a treasure trove! This is how its collections are described on the Library official website:  Chester Beatty’s library has been described as the finest collection of manuscripts and books made by a private collector in the 20th century. It includes representative samples of the world’s heritage (artistic, religious and secular) from about 2700 BC to the present century.

The Western treasures of the Library include some of the earliest sources on papyrus for the bible and a great library of Manichean texts. The Biblical Papyri, dating from the second to the fourth century AD, consist of the earliest known copies of the four gospels and Acts of the Apostles, the Letters of St Paul, the Book of Revelation and various very early Old Testament fragments. Armenian and Western European manuscripts from medieval, Renaissance and modern times, prints, early and fine books and bindings complete a remarkable conspectus of the arts of manuscript production and printing from many cultures and periods.

Over 6,000 individual items, mainly manuscripts and single-page paintings and calligraphies, make up the Islamic Collections. This includes more than 260 complete and fragmentary Qur’ans, some dating from the late eighth and ninth centuries and including the work of the leading calligraphers of the Islamic world.

The East Asian Collections include a fine series of albums and scrolls from China, the largest collection of jade books from the Imperial Court outside China and a large collection of textiles and decorative objects. The Japanese holdings contain many superb painted scrolls from the 17th and 18th century, woodblock prints by Hiroshige and Hokusai and many others as well as decorative art objects.

Then the site goes on to describe in more detail each collection. Struck by the story of Chester Beatty himself, the American millionaire miner turned collector, sharing his time eventually between London and more Southern places in the winter (Cairo, Southern France, etc.), great traveller (Japan, China, Egypt, etc.) to finally make his home of Dublin in 1950! Interesting to note as well the competition that existed among rich American tycoons, à la Pierpont Morgan, in collecting books and other artifacts; among themselves and very often the very museums (the British Museum, La Bibliothèque Nationale de Paris, the NY Metropolitan Museum, etc.) they on the one hand supported, but also extracted advice from in buying books and other collectables (in what today would be considered as flagrant “conflicts of interest”!)

Lunch at nearby French bistro “Chez Max” over “Croque Monsieur” and a glass of wine. Small place, recommended, very French, very Paris, with tables so close to one another!

Crowned the day with the now classic Irish play “The Plough and the Stars”, written by Sean O’Casey. It was first presented in 1926 at the no less classic Abbey Theatre (established by the poet W.B. Yeats). This is the 56th time the company, we learn, is staging this play! The last run in this city was in 2010 (we are told that then 70% of those attending then were at their first visit to the Abbey Theatre!), before it went to London, and returned back in Dublin this year (it’s going on a tour of Ireland and the U.K. in the autumn). It is set during “The Easter Rising” in 1916, the futile attempt by a bunch of ill-prepared nationalist ideologues to free Ireland from the British on that Easter weekend. The play is taking place amongst lower class people, totally apolitical, but that is put to contribution in supplying themselves as fighters. Women are portrait as the people’s conscience, survival and love, against politics (the Irish Revolution, but WWI too)! It was seen as anti-national at the time of its first production, and led to a very noisy demonstration on one night (can we really call it “riots”, as it is referred to sometimes?) by vexed nationalists! No wonder, because it is anti-Rising (there was no need for pretext such as the so-called “tricolor flag in a tavern blasphemy” for “rioting”!) And yet, O’Casey was no supporter of the link with the British himself – au contraire! (Although he left Ireland after the play; forever! And he went to England!)

We were very fortunate to catch the play. As I said earlier, history is never far from the surface in Ireland! It is interesting to note that the Rising, that is the set for the play, has actually taken place only a few blocks away from where it is currently staged (the Grand Post Office (the “GPO”): the risers’ operational HQ, and the Imperial Hotel are only 2 streets away!)

Got diner at the nearby “101 Talbot” restaurant. Again, recommended. BEFORE the play, once we realised we would not be able to get it AFTER the play, since it was going to be more than 3-hour long! I say “nearby”, walking distance to the Abbey Theatre, except that it is closed for renovation, and that the play instead is performed at the OReilly Theatre, 5 minutes away by taxi! We made it in time, barely!

Dublin II – Monday, August 6

Got up at 10:30 – jet lag!

Breakfast at hotel - copious!

Merrion Square. 15 minute walk from hotel: a great patch of green. Surrounded by Georgian red brick houses – all 3 or 4 storey high. Colored doors and peacock fanlights (picture above). Developed in mid-18th century. Became the focal point where moneyed people gathered (and I suspect it is still the case today!)…There is a recent statue of Oscar Wilde (he was born across the street) in the park (or the square). Along with a bust of Michael Collins somewhere else in the square/park...

Spent the afternoon at the National Gallery, across the street from Merrion Sq. Lunch on turkey! A look at their European painting collection: Caravaggio, Rembrandt, Vermeer, Peter Brueghel the Younger; one or two of each! Attended a lecture on Jack Yeats, referred to as the most celebrated Irish painter – the Gallery has several of his paintings (only a few exposed – probably because of the renovation), notably Grief (1951), The Bachelor Walk, in Memory (19??); especially The Liffey Swim (1923) which won a silver medal at the Paris Olympic Exhibition in 1924, we are explained, the first Olympics Ireland as a country participated. Watched an hour-long documentary (BBC) on offer a little bit later: “the Kiss” of Klimt (nothing to do with the National Gallery of Ireland!)

History is everywhere. Hard not to hear or read about the antagonism towards the English – recently or centuries ago! Cromwell, the Plantation, the Raising in 1916, the Free Irish State, Partition, Ulster (that is the 6 counties!), “the Troubles”, the “Good Friday Agreement”, the Celtic Tiger, the Financial Crisis, (“these cowboys in Leinster House”- the parliament, also located nearby!) etc…

A late afternoon promenade in the other green patch in the area: the Stephen’s Green – beautiful and busier that the Merrion Square (maybe because it’s the end of the day – a Bank holiday - and there is a little bit of sun, who knows!)

Dinner at the nearby Chinese restaurant (chow mien).

Dublin I – Sunday, August 5

Arrived early in the morning at Dublin Airport (T1) from Toronto on Air Canada 894 (all-economy flight). Stored large, heavy “Malta suitcase” (things we won’t need here!) at airport and took taxi to hotel (roughly half an hour and 30 Euros)

Staying at the dylan hotel (picture below). Boutique hotel featured in a British travel site I frequently visit, i-escape. Here are a few extracts of how the reviewer describes it: “…Walk through the Victorian red-brick building and its limestone extension, and you journey through several worlds. Tactile wallpaper, red-and-white Murano glass chandeliers, gold skirting boards, Louis XIV chairs - this is no white-minimalist haven, but a collage of sets from a Tim Burton film. In the slick 'dylanbar' you'll find an Art-Nouveau pewter counter, double-sided hearth and fibre optic mood lighting; in the lift, emu skin walls; elsewhere, showstopping mirrors and metal sculptures… This is the hotel of choice in Dublin for excellent service, stunning food presentation and superb, no-holds-barred comfort…!”

Their description of the rooms is no less eloquent (and pretty accurate!):  “Walk in to your room and, as if by magic, your favourite tunes emanate from the Bose iPod dock. It's that kind of place. You request your favourite tracks before arrival, and they greet you (we did not do that!) - in the highest of fidelities. You get the best beds we'd stayed in for a very long time: memory-foam, pocket-sprung mattresses, Frette linens, a choice of pillows and a unique velvet headboard. There's an LCD television, a cordless phone (Bang & Olufsen, of course), silvery disc-lamps or chandeliers - all in bold contrast to the antique-style furniture (chandeliers, rich fabrics, Art Deco-sculpted beds and footstools)… Bathrooms are no less indulgent: Italian marble, power showers, underfloor heating, fat monogrammed towels and robes, and Etro toiletries which are as sensuous as they come. There are even His-and-Hers bath menus (or should that be One's and Other's): whiskey-brandy and rose petals with champagne…” Our room is in the “Style” category.

Not “downtown” but in a leafy part of Dublin, just south of the Grand Canal – fifteen-minute walk to Stephen’s Green.

Excellent brunch (had made reservations) on eggs benedict (salmon and spinach), latte and cappuciano à volonté…

Weather – very seasonal: light rain, on and off; around 55F(toronto must have been close to 100F when we left!)  As they say here, “if it rains, just wait 15 minutes!”

Walked in town along Baggot Street, to Dawson Street and then pedestrian Grafton Street, full of people, stores and other attractions…To finally reach Trinity College…

Trinity College. Created during Elisabeth I reign, in the latter part of the 16th century. As a means to combat the influence of the Catholics. Visited the campus, coming through the gate that offers the Old Library; facing the Camomile Tower, flanked on the left by a statue of the provost that objected (picture above), at the turn of the 19th century,  to the enrolment of women – went well with Cynthia!

She visited the “Book of Kells” exhibition – the book, one of the first known to history, is full of illuminations, but only one folio (2 pages) are shown! – and the Long Room, a magnificent library, Cynthia commented. Meanwhile, I wandered about (outside) the Berkeley Library – very modern design – named after George Berkeley, the local philosopher who had influence all the way to California (the University there is named after him!). Walked around the campus – the College Park green spot – and then to Temple Bar.

Went into the Clarence Hotel (picture below) – an old institution in Dublin, facing the Liffey, bought by Bono and The Edge, of the reputed band U2, in the early 90s, and apparently still owned by them. Had a drink first in the “oak-panelled” Octogon Bar (where we had a glass of the local beer, Smithwick's – pronounced "Smid-icks", a very good Irish Red Ale, I read, brewed by Guinness, the largest brewery in Europe, they say: “a nice caramel malty backbone with some yeasty/bready undertones and a mild tea-like bitterness”).

Then we had a (very) early dinner at the Tea Room, a restaurant within the hotel but with a separate access directly to the back street. Renovated (from whatever it was before – ballroom?); it’s large (and we are almost alone – it’s early!), high ceilings. Modern outlook; wood (light oak) predominates. Here are the comments found on local Georgina Campbell food website: “…Pristine white linen, designer cutlery and glasses, high windows softened by the filtered damson tones of pavement awnings, all combine to create an impressive dining room; there is no separate reception area for the restaurant so you will be shown straight to your table. Head chef Mathieu Melin took the helm in the spring of 2007, and this respected kitchen continues to be a happy ship...” Cynthia had the rib-eye, and I had the soupe-du-jour (a delicious velouté of potato and leek) plus a haddock filet (fish and chips!) Plus glasses of wine. Cynthia goes for an “Irish mille-feuille” as dessert…On the whole, very satisfactory…

Long walk back to the hotel, under a light rain, along busy streets (it’s Sunday night and tomorrow is a Bank holiday…) Early night – the effect of jet lag…

dimanche 5 août 2012

Stratford 2012 - take 3 - August

The War of 1812

A non-complaisant view of both sides – the English and the American! (A satirical take – not the first one by David Hollingsworth, at the expense of Canadian themes!) This is the bi-centennial of this un-glorified war… Not offensive at all for a French-Canadian…!



A Word or Two

A celebration of words by Master Plummer, in an hour and half monologue! His life through quotations…and French songs of his early youth, sang by his mother ( and that he sings!) – interesting and surprising: a case of “politically correct” revisionism?



Elektra

Greek tragedy, by Sophokles; directed by a Greek! Very tragic! I am reminded of Antigone, given Elektra’s determination – in this case to avenge her father’s death. I thought very well rendered the modern way that the chorus is presented. Very good casting - all are excellent; I liked it very much!