Tuesday, 24 April 2012

A little postcard from Piaf's Paris

Okay, I give in: everyone seems to equate Paris with  Edith Piaf.  And although I feel  that, like Mozart's kleine Nachtmusik, her Vie en rose is overplayed  and I'm quite over it, who am I to not bring you a little piece of this parisian  blanc mange. ;)







Yes, I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaack in  Dorothea Mackellar's...... 

                                                              ...sunburnt country,
                                                              that land of sweeping plains, 
                                                              of ragged mountain ranges, 
                                                              of droughts and flooding rains.....








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