Saturday, 31 July 2010
Wednesday, 21 July 2010
These pictures were taken last Saturday at Ljubljana's central market place where the flower merchants are nestled at the side of the Cathedral of St Nicholas. This time of the year their stands are full of happy sunflowers and bouquets of dried flowers that will outlast the summer.
And while driving around the nearby villages, I could admire even more pretty flowers, a traditional window and balcony decoration of most houses in Slovenia. Somebody felt that even this old, abandoned house deserved some cheerful flower pots...
Ljubljansko barje, the marshes south of Ljubljana, are also in full bloom right now with delicate and colourful wild flowers gently swaying in the wind.
Tuesday, 13 July 2010
I did visit the Saturday craft market in Ljubljana but couldn't take decent pictures because of the blinding sunlight. Perhaps I will have better luck next weekend when I go back - the bright coloured stands, selling handmade pottery, fashion accessories and paper art are worth seeing again.
Talking about shopping, here is a tiny porcelain jewellery box I recently found on a dusty shelf of a local antique store in Pontarlier. The white bearded man, who runs the store, told me it is not considered an antique in his opinion, since it dates back only fifty years... But I fell in love with the lovely purple flower print (not hand painted, but still pretty) on creamy white porcelain body and the dark brass frame that snaps shut. The box holds a small, daily amount of jewellery, but I intend to use it mostly for decoration - and keep it away from the curious little fingers!
Friday, 9 July 2010
The voyage is long because of frequent stops for snacking, nappy changing and playing at children friendly highway rest areas. In the car we listen to The Jungle Book soundtrack in a loop, count the big trucks that we pass on the way and the children fight over who's turn it is to play with mama's iPod touch.
Before having children, my husband and I would travel the same distance with much less fuss, stopping only for coffee and bathroom breaks. Sometimes we would travel through Italy and spend a night at a lovely B&B close to Lago di Garda, another time we would drive all night and cross the French-Swiss border at the Great St Bernard Tunnel.
The mountain pass at St Bernard (yes, that is where the famous snow rescue dogs come from) is closed over the winter due to snow but even in summer there are still patches of it lying on the ground above the deserted wooden cottage, where two bored customs officers yawn at you at seven in the morning. This picture was taken in mid July 2004 and the air that morning was fresh and icy - we didn't linger too long to enjoy the view but hurried back down the mountain to the French side...