Christmas Poem and Christmas Carol

Christmas Poem

The coloured pentacles of dreams

reflecting golden in the Light

A glimmer here

and a shimmer there

It all becomes a wondrous sight:-

Perhaps it must be the spring

When the birds and angels sing-

Crystal moonbeams in the air

They sparkle and gleam from everywhere-

Magic Starlight in the Sky

Where all our dreams can ride on high-

In the Magical Christmas Sky;

And the Stars, they

twinkle and shine

Evoking memories

giving a sign,

Christmas,

New Year,

and Auld Lang Syne.

Christmas Magic,

Christmas Bells

In the Season of Good Cheer:

And of Stories we come to hear;

Christ's birth in a Stable

at Christmas Day,

a joyous occasion

with Angels singing

So bright and so clear:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FHkroAFnQwc

Merry Christmas!

Best wishes Sandra

wonderful sights of Christmas Lights

As Christmas is approaching I have noticed that there are some wonderful
pictures of Christmas Lights in the New Zealand Herald. 

  The link is:

http://www.nzherald.co.nz/nz/news/image.cfm?c_id=1&gal_objectid=10693410&gallery_id=115202#7237473

  Best wishes of the Season,

  Sandra

a song

I have been enjoying listening to Dante's Prayer,
which seems to me to be a song for a traveller:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTLX7h54jIg

This is live at the Alhambra Palace at Granada which
is a magnificent splendour for the architecture and art.

Alhambra Palace in Granada Spain from wikipedia

  Best wishes from Sandrra

A Christmas Song

I always imagine a beautiful magical Christmas in the snow:

  The settings must be wonderful and picturesque:

In the Bleak Mid Winter:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z6yevmluq2M

  Best wishes from Sandra

Versailles

picture of palace in 1675 before the Hall of Mirrors was constructed from wikipedia:

I quite like this image as with the muted colours it is evocative of an earlier time
of beauty and depicts an image with the fountains playing giving a magical quality
to the setting.

Poetry Page,

Versailles

Silken furbelows of fashion

Designed on gowns of colourful creation;

The flounces, the tresses,

the elegant dresses

And a world

beribboned in lace;

The wonders and splendours of this grace-

The stories of old

These fables of gold

Laced in the frame-work

of a Labyrinthe -

Cupid with a Ball of String

Dare the Nymphs and Angels sing,

The Tales which La Fontaine would bring

into the Splendour of the Day.

And so it was

On the Shifting Sands

That Le Notre with his Geometric Plans

designed a Landscape,

wondrous and new,

parterres and hornbeam

and trees of clipped yew:

of beauteous statues

bosques and elves

the groves, the fountains and elms

Rays of sunlight shimmered through

gleaming green and gold;

I see tranquillity in other places

Between high banks where the carp and bream do flow.

Across time, there are so many spaces and places

Though the wondrous glory of an age not forgotten

lingers still.

Time plays tricks

In old-fashioned garb

and costumes of old

A once forgotten time, enlightened,

And once more,

a Dream foretold.

Destiny unfolds,

We are in the mists of time.

The broderies and grass parterres of Grand Trianon

Memories of La Maintenon

The coloured marble and temples of old.

The theme of Versailles lingers on,

A palace glimmering in the sun,

The fascination, imagination,

For travellers,

so much an inspiration.

Wondrous gardens, terraces and flowers

So bright and bold,

In colours of purple and gold.

As also at Marly, where once

was told

Of the fairies who also spun their gold;

In its frame of magnificence

the rising and setting sun

dim ochered falls over the valley

in patterns of gold and light

and to the people would give delight

at such a wondrous sight;

which gave Apollo brilliance in its beam

As showers of water streamed

Casting rainbows and prisms of colour

In sprays of mist amongst magical fountains-

Versailles, and the king,

with songs, poems and quatrains

which would give a wondrous ring.

As the Seasons do change

A pale light glimmers

And the leaves doth fall from your trees

Dappled in green and gold.

The flickering rays dance in majestic greenery

The flower scented groves

Of statues and perfumed Orangerie.

And once in a dream

with children I've seen

The Lady of Maintenon.

The beauties of Heaven will find their trace

the banquets are over

the leaves do fall

Yet, ever and after,

Your Majesty stands tall.

I think and I dream of this wondrous abode

For here is my nemesis

and the story an ode

To find life's truth

and beauty in ode

Of a labyrinthe and

grottoes of old,

The stories to be told-

Of enchantment and places to behold-

Across a magnificence of splendour

Versailles calls out its name-

The jet streams of yesterday,

given from mists of watery fountains

in gardens of riotous splendour

come calling through-

In woods, the breezes

scented with jasmine and thyme

through rustling and whispering leaves

echoing through centuries of time-

the names are weaved;-

“Marie, Marie” I'm calling to thee-

The lady in a long white gown,

And even today,

remembered still, in

Old Versailles town.

And whispering still,

The loss of Louis's crown.

From far away places

the people of many faces

All come to see the show

A squire and a knight

once came into sight

of Versailles and its splendour and light

Said one t'other (squire to the knight)

Do you not know, did sayeth of the king-

“Versailles for courtiers,

Marly for family,

Trianon was for me!”

Why for? Why for?

Versailles is no more

With a king and glorious court?

No, not at all,

The people rebelled

A king tried too late,

and fell short.

O Versailles, Versailles,

what happened to thee-

Your old world came tumbling down,

The vestiges of a time once past,

cleverly raise from the ground

with sign posts all around

and now we visit you anew.

No more are the courtiers, king and queen,

but now it is as though,

we always have been

entranced by your wondrous dream.

A royal court no more

the glittering triumphs

the spectacles all unfold

The stories, the glories

of wonders to uphold.

And so through the ages

the splendour of sages

and a place in the sun.

Composed by Sandra

Madame de Montespan (Part Two)

Image of a rose flower from daily art clip:

Images courtesy of <a href="http://www.DailyClipArt.net">DailyClipArt.net</a>

With Princess Dido,

on her wall

A hint of a glimmer of her fall?

In a halo of her dreams

Surrounded by the fairies of a mythological ball;

From the reams of her life before,

now would be her time to call;

the final whistle and curtain call;

The Reigning Star of the Court,

Days were now becoming short;

Madame de Montespan's

Time-span through,

The King would now start life anew;

In a new life would be true;

Reigned Supreme

or so it seemed

until one day she toppled her dream:

Today and yesterday and tomorrow

All her life would become a sorrow

In the wiles of life unplanned

And of Destiny it spanned

In the swings of high and low

up and down we all go;

If there ever was a time

of Fancy freedom

and Love forlorn,

Madame de Montespan now care-worn

Insecure and her fears were born;

Gathering on at a shining pace

Now it is all in grace

Refined and styled as with Lace

Coming to a final race:

Venus, the Morning Star would hail,

Madame de Maintenon would prevail;

“Oh, you enchanting flower,

Marrying the king your finest hour!”

Madame of the Ever-Now:

Madame de Montespan

in her woe

In the mimicry of a dream

In the shadows of a life once been

Reminiscing in shadows

of the past,

Reflecting on the seasons last

Spectres in the hallways hollow;

To an Abbey she would follow

Marie-Madeleine Rocheuart

Queen of Abbesses at Fontevraud;

Lost Abbey of the Plantagenets

and of kings of long ago,

Not to become as a Lancelet

Madame de Montespan on would go,

in the rounds of activity;

ever refreshing as “l'eau de vie;”

Within the realms of disparity

And the rounds of her charity

within the bounds of her servility

and goodwill in humility

and with boundless energy

travelled to Saumur

where the people would see

believing the mistress of the king was she

And La Montespan let them be;

The apple cart of dreams

turned over

in a round­about way,

fashioned from an insider tray;

now we come to the Land of Make Believe

Always happening at Lightening Speed

Gone are the whistles and care-free days

Now it is already planned

Up to Vespers and down with the stands;

visited a good friend,

her soul to mend;

Spiritual guidance her friend would lend

Was a way to the end;

Musings and mercy from a teacher,

This would be a final gesture;

gone to eventually seen instead

a love with all the beads instead;

the stories and glories in their stead;

So far from her life of culture,

stature as maitresse en titre;

Friendships, folly, etiquette,

Surreal now her life oblique:

A convent at rue Dominique;

Onwards her life must go;

Now her life would become another,

Thinking of her pious mother;

Also she did have a brother

Duc de Vivonne, a commander,

Also of Champagne a governor

Sailing for a royal endeavour,

And also for a good measure

Seeking pirates and their treasure;

did enjoy his worldly leisure

And also his other pleasures;

Beautiful Mistress not forgot,

As the flowers of forget-me-not

Pressed amongst the leaves of a book

All who glance can take a look

Amongst the leaves of a polyglot;

As the seasons do unfold

A new love for the King behold:-

Madame de Montespan in the Spring,

Madame de Maintenon, another thing,

The king would give to you a ring;

Goodly, demure, quiet, kind

Virtues La Montespan left behind;

As Queen Anne Boleyn and Jane Seymour

changed their roles for ever more,

Different temperaments from before;

The courtly life was a chequered game

A roll of the dice,

gripped with vice;

As Nymphs danced upon Heaven's Stair

The Courtly games became a Villain's Lair;

Potions of Love

to ensnare;

A candle flame flickers at the tallow,

Now her life would taper in shadow;

Moonbeam Shadows

Splashed upon the King's Page

This was not as he envisaged;

The King now in a dismay

as his play had gone awry

and the court in a disarray

in a most unbecoming way:

Did he ever question why?

Magical potions

Superstitious notions

had no place in a play,

Which by now had become a-fray;

Clasping at Rainbows

in a prism of time

To unmask villains in their prime

And also to dispel the fears

Of his knights and of his peers;

Police Inspector de la Reynie

From the Paris Constabulary,

Initiated an Inquiry,

of the king's complicity

seeking out criminality;

With a Chambre Ardente,

Closing down in 1682,

Patrons numbered but a few;

and unfortunately, too

but which was also true,

The King's Inquiry was closed down

For proximity to the Crown;

And as the King

Stayed his hand

Preventing ripples

across the Land

In his way

and in his plan

He saved the day

For La Montespan;

And grants respite

In her requite;

What now could she do?

“They all wish to banish me!”

At Versailles she wished to be;

Years at court remained eleven

Duke de Maine from the age of seven

favourite of La Maintenon

Moved her goods with her along

which today seems all so wrong

And Porcelaine de Trianon

Now was all but gone;

 Madame de Montespan from wikipedia:

 Louis XIV:

Madame de Montespan is believed to be the fair lady sitting in the middle of the carriage

in this picture from wikipedia:

Inspirational Music

A friend sent this you tube video to me some time ago and I have only recently viewed it.

  I thought that I would share with you as there are some beautiful images and the music
is also wonderful and inspirational.

  I will be sending some more poetry shortly and apologise for the delay.  I hope to post more regularly.

  In the meantime,
My best wishes  Sandra  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQWCKExYBr0

  also Beautiful Dreamer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kGuJzVrHQR4

  Beautiful Dreamer Part One by Mandy Barnett is also beautiful with wonderful images.

Guy Fawkes Night

It is surprising that as I was about to borrow some books from the library today,
I flipped open one of the books as I was looking at the print, determining whether I might enjoy reading books with bigger print, rather than the standard print when I came across the rhyme for Guy Fawkes Night.  This rhyme instantly appeared as the book fell open at this page.  It is for the month of November of the book "Dark Angels" by
Karleen Koen, which looks like a vibrant novel of seventeenth century England of the Restoration and France, which I look forward to reading.

"Remember, remember
the fifth of November,
The Gun Powder, Treason and Plot.
I know of no reason
why the Gun Powder Treason
should ever be forgot...."

  I always remember Guy Fawkes in New Zealand as a child.
A guy, made of old clothing and newspaper, would be dressed for the occasion to sit on a bonfire which would be lit at night time.
I always enjoyed the magical fireworks which lit up the night sky
and also enjoyed spelling my name and writing and making patterns in the air with the sparklers before they fizzled out. The variety of the fireworks
 seemed magical with glowing flower pots and jumping jacks.

More details can be found on this link from wikipedia as regards Guy Fawkes Night:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Firework-RC.JPG

  It is a tradition which has survived from 1605.

  My best wishes from Sandra

The Countess Angelique

The Countess Angelique by Sergeanne Golon,

Once again Anne Golon and Serge Golon have written a wonderful story of adventure and

turmoil amidst the hardships of the early pioneering days of the New World set in the seventeenth century. I loved this story for the sense of romance, an authentic setting in a time -frame of early America and the descriptive quality of the writing.

A wonderful book to be recommended and I now look forward to reading the next Angelique book

in the on going saga of Angelique. A magical story in many ways, full of wonder, hope and

inspiration.

The Angelique books always

seem to add a new dimension to each and every book inspiring imagination and admiration for

Angelique and her husband, Joffrey de Peyrac, who against the odds, seemed to have an

uncanny ability to overcome the hurdles placed in their pathway of life, whether these be from the elements,

nature or people. The wonderful descriptions of the forests of the New World are also

quite magical. There is the beauty and also by contrast the harsh realities of the early existence

and battle for survival in these early pioneering days with so many variances of plot and characters

which are quite unexpected. There always seems to be something new and surprising to read as the story continues in each and every one of these books of Angelique.

I also enjoyed the book of “Angelique in Barbary” or the other title may be “Angelique and the Sultan” for the wisdom and

philosophies found in the pages when Angelique was in the east, in a desert and for a time at a harem.

This also brings to mind another wonderful book set in Old Constantinople, which today is Istanbul,

where the heroine of the novel was captured and taken to a harem. This was “The Aviary Gate” by Katie Hickman, set during the time of Elizabeth I, which I enjoyed reading last year. The beautiful love story always remained with me. This may also be the secret of the Angelique books, a unique and beautiful love story of the two main

characters, Angelique and her husband, Joffrey de Peyrac.

There is actually a loose thread in the story and I was slightly disappointed to read towards the end of the story that Joffrey

de Peyrac told Angelique that he could not risk a war with New France for the sake of a few

farmers' labourers, which did surprise me, as I remember from the book “Angelique in Revolt”

that Angelique took on the might of the French king, Louis XIV, to assist and give shelter to

persecuted Huguenots, and help them to escape from France. I hope to read more about

this incident in the next book, as from my reading, I cannot imagine that Joffrey de Peyrac would suffer

injustice and it would seem to be against his better judgement as he would wish to assist unfortunate captives. Angelique and her husband, with the assistance of another person did however, manage to prise away

one child who was relinquished to them, before the captors and their captives continued on their long walk through the forest, making their way to Montreal.

I will need to start reading the next book in the series to follow this quite compelling story,

which gives a wonderful insight into the lives and times of people from an earlier era.

My best wishes,

Sandra

p.s. the cover of the hard cover edition which I read was of a quite glamorous Angelique,

wearing brightly coloured beads and a colourful gown, with distant characters, one in long white

evening cloak, as though a bishop or priest,  and which evoked a 

different time and place.  Even the cover of this particular edition which I read was quite

spell binding, with a picture of a cavalry and horses included on the back cover.

Madame de Montespan (Part One) Magical Enchantments

Lisa Hilton has written a book "Athenais, The Real Queen of France"

which I found helpful and full of information regarding Athenais de

Montespan.  For many years Madame de Montespan  was the delight of the court.  This was

also a sad situation for Queen Marie Therese, who was ever a virtuous

queen.  In an earlier post I described the early years of the court of France,

which may perhaps help a little in understanding the king. 

picture of a rose from wikipedia

Madame de Montespan in the Light,

Courtiers were entranced by your sight;

Mistress-a-Plenty of the Land

Pixies danced at your command

Little elfin shadows in a fairy band;

The king did raise a pavilion for you,

And a castle too:

Trianon de Porcelaine,

Tiled in white and blue

reflecting colours in all the hues

apricot, rose, white, gold and blue

of tulips, lilies and feverfew;

A “Chambre of des Amours”

Imagined as a flower arbour

Thoughts of love forever more;

Traced in silver, white and blue;

Louis's love seemed ever true:

Love domain

named

“Abode of Spring”

Enchanting,

with the flowers of spring;

Entrancing,

with the colours to bring;

Resembling a palace of Nanking

Scent strewn gardens of the King:

Madame de Montespan and the King

At the palace of “Abode of Spring”

in Season's Splendour of the Fall,

Enchanting wonder to enthrall;

Oh, how fancy you would be,

Sparkling in your finery;

Madame de Montespan in the Sun

Shone her light on everyone;

Dancing lady of the Night,

You who were ever so bright;

Beautiful enchantress of the Night

Who could hold a candle light

to your charms and beauty alike?

You who were the King's delight:

The king not knowing of his plight

In the Evening or Morning's Light

Of Love potions in all their might;

Mystical potions his health must fight,

whimsical notions, your fancy's flight;

You need only wave your wand

Cast your spell and raise a hand

Administer a contraband

from a nefarious Paris band

casting shadows over the Land

of a suspected neighbourhood witch;

Soon the King would make a switch

Unknown he had been bewitched:

But for the king was a terrible fright!

Madame La Voisin of the Night-

endured the rigours of her plight;

with great dignity and affright;

You who stood so proud and tall

would sparkle at a glittering ball

reflected in a mirrored Hall

hold the courtiers all in thrall;

gave La Maintenon a worthy call

and with the children did install;

You who were so bountiful

airs and graces wonderful;

Charmed the king in everything;

And as the Clouds do form in Spring

A Queen Bee also with a Sting;

led the king a merry dance

amidst the traditions of Old France;

Fairy-tale carriage and horses pranced

and you did maintain your stance

queen of the court you did enhance;

Midas gave you a golden touch,

Your name was “quanto,” as how much;

the king and his pawn

on a chess piece lawn,

Madame de Montespan was forewarned;

Chateau of Clagny,

ever so fancy,

A Magical enchantment

throughout the years-

Entrancing enhancement,

of blossom and pears,

Symmetries and geometries

Delightful with the orange trees

Swaying gently in a breeze

of allees, parterres in a frieze;

Inspired by poetry of the scene,

jonquil, rose, tulip, and jasmine,

“It is the palace of Armide...

a most enchanting novelty”

wrote Madame de Sevigny,

who amidst the scents of lavender

would in the woods meander;

“Singing in palaces I ought to be

Ringing in years that I'd like to see

Thinking in terms of my Destiny”

Fairest lady of the Land;-

Madame de Montespan!

And the clerics would reprimand:

“The king, his duty and the Land!”

Fancy free,

Within the Realms

of Fantasy be;

Madame de Montespan

dressed decorously

in her Splendour and Majesty

at the Court and at Clagny,

amidst the roses and topiary;

Fans and scarves

and paper parasol,

Colours to match your vibrant soul

Seemly in your queenly role;

In the grounds you would take a stroll,

Fashions which the king would extol;

beauty in the ever leaves

and remarked upon your sleeves

as amongst the foliage you would weave;

Fashions of the every day

Seen now in an ever play;

Beautiful greens and velvets too,

In all their matching splendour new;

Madame de Montespan

and the King,

visited meadows in the spring

and the king along,

would bring

his favourite dogs

Nonne, Pomme and Bonne,

adorned in a Marly hallway wing

gilded in a picture portrait frame

fashioned in everlasting fame

and in style they all came

In a Show which they all became;

Not to confuse the names the same,

Diane, Blonde,

Rougeade and Tane,

Pictured in their window frame

Picturesque enchantments in a pane;

Whistled and echoed the dogs by name,

Would enjoy their hunting game;

All the Court would come to see

Madame de Montespan in her Majesty;

Queen of the Night and Revelry;

A wonder for ballet and décor,

Enchantments from the wall to floor;

had a gift of coquetry;

gracious in vivacity;

dabbled in arts and chicanerie,

Amused with wit and frivolity;

Splendour and Water

La Salle de Bain,

Games and Laughter

at a fountain charm,

frolicking adventures,

a spirit of fun
daily in the ever sun;

picture of roses from wikipedia

Splendours of Russia



flower gardens at St Sergiyev Monastery

 Splendours of Russia

I once visited Russia and Eastern Europe

many years ago. I was excited to visit these

places behind the communist curtain. I was also attracted

to the folk lore and traditions of these Eastern European

countries.

Checkpoint Charlie at the time was quite spooky,

like a no-man's land and also so poignant, I remember,

with memorials for young people who had been shot

attempting to cross the border. I remember also hearing

the dogs barking in the distance as I walked on this no

man's land between the east and the west in Berlin.

I was also impressed by the beauty of cities with their

medieval charm as for example the Old Town of Prague

and also Buda and Pest divided by a silver looking river

which disappeared into the distance.

Wasrsaw was also beautiful and the historic centre of

the town was rebuilt to the same plans and original architecture

of the old Warsaw, which had been completely destroyed in

the second world war. The city seemed vibrant with the

colourful buildings. The rolling countryside of Poland

was beautiful and also very green.

Romania was also fascinating and there I visited a little folk village.

At the time coffee and items which were taken for granted in the west

were very expensive to purchase for the Romanian people.

I also loved the decorative arts and gypsy Hungarian blouses with

their intricate embroidery which

were often on display in Budapest, Hungary.

On a recent visit of Russia I saw

some beautiful and exquisite decorative

renovations which had been completed

in Peterhof Palace. This is a magnificent

palace to visit in St Petersburg. It was

late in the autumn and fortunately there were

not long queues to visit the palace as apparently

there are during the summer months as many of the cruise ships

arrive at St Petersburg and there can be long queues to visit

this spectacular palace.

The palace is quite majestical and very beautiful.

To me, it also seems quite magical, with the wonderful

fountain displays in front of the palace. There was

a chequered black and white design on the paving by

the balustrade outside the palace which was interesting.

The weather was cold but this did not take away

from the magnificence of the palace and fountains.

Peter the Great travelled to western Europe and

St Petersburg is designed along European concepts.

The palace at Peterhof is magnificent, with a walkway

of trees and beautiful fountains with statues. This

is a beautiful setting. The interior décor

of the palace is magnificent, decorated in gold and white.

I loved this palace.

I do have a few pictures taken from my trip to

Russia last year. I was constantly held in awe

by the beauty and majesty of the wonderful gold

domes and spires of churches. These wonders add

enchantment to the splendours of Russia.

I noticed the change and relative freedoms from

my previous visit to Russia.

There are young people in Russia today who would

not have lived during the repressive earlier times.

The Spirit Wrestlers by Philip Marsden was a wonderful

book to read regarding these earlier times. It is actually

a travel book interspersed with stories of people the writer

interviewed and met. It was a different book as he travelled

to distant places and mountain villages, attended a prayer meeting,

met a priest who was building a church, a painter who explained

that the images and beautiful paintings of religious icons, etc

for some people would be the closest they

would have been able to come in understanding God for some of the

people. (I expect in times when people may have been illiterate.)

There were images described of Cossack horsemen riding across the

plains which seemed to be so evocative and real.

The Kremlin in Moscow is also magnificent to visit.

There was a church with medieval paintings and art works, which was

magnificent to view.

Beautiful trees softened the scene and I noticed the wind whistling

through the leaves, shimmering, as a guide was showing the group around.

They may have been maple leaves. It was quite beautiful and I also had a picture

taken beside a cannon at the Kremlin. This cannon is a decorative cannon and was

not ever fired.

Red Square is another magical place with St Basil's Cathedral. A gothic looking and brightly

coloured cathedral. On the day I visited

the many brides dressed in white were quite noticeable as this is a place which is popular for

weddings and brides. This was on a Saturday. There was also a horse parade in the square,

with many tourists and people watching the display.

The cathedral may have been inspired by an earlier church of Kolmenskoye as it has been described

as being a mixture of northern Russian architecture or of a mosque which was destroyed and also

of Byzantine influence. It is also fascinating to contemplate that the colours are taken from the Book

of Revelations with the twenty-five gold domes and the rainbow described for the blue and green

tones.

I was

constantly amazed by the wonderful treasures in Russia. The

underground also has splendid art works and decorations. Also

magnificent chandeliers. People from the villages who came to the city would have admired

the artistic creations, realising that it was not only the Tsars who could

create beauty and splendour.

I loved the visit to St Sergiyev's monastery and the marvellous

architectural splendours

there. The churches are magnificent in a wonderful setting of trees

and a courtyard, flowers and also a few cats. It is a very beautiful

peaceful place. This was built to honour St Sergiyev, who became

a hermit.

The white, blue and gold domes and spires which

soar into the sky and can be seen from a distance give a sense

of wonder and beauty to the scenery. The bell towers also add

a magical touch and give another dimension of the beauty at St

Sergiyev Monastery as also the beauty of the frescoes and paint

works. It is quite magnificent.

On an earlier visit to Russia I had visited a little village of Kishinev,

which I had thought at the time looked very pretty. It did seem

to be different from many of the towns, perhaps because of the little cottages

instead of the high rises. It is now a part of Moldava.

I also once remember visiting a little pavilion or monument to a famous poet

and the guide mentioning the numbers of people who were lost during the second

world war.

In St Petersburg we were also informed of the Siege of Leningrad in 1942,

when the city was cut off from supplies of food. This would have been severe

during the winter months. The railway could not reach St Petersburg with

essential food supplies.

The film “Dr Zhivago” depicted the Russian winters

quite vividly in some of the rural settings.

The guide on the tour often mentioned the famous poets, Russian literature

and the history of the Tsars.

St Michaels Castle in St Petersburg is itself an architectural

splendour. Apparently, as this castle was being built there was a warning or premonition

from a gypsy woman that for as many windows and balconies that the castle would have,

would be the number of days that Tsar Paul would live there. This prophecy was

proved correct. He was a son of Katherine II, Empress of Russia. His castle was built as

a means of protective security with a drawbridge and an older style fortress design.

There is a boat at the docks at St Petersburg, which is also fascinating to look around

and go on board. It was from here that the distant alarm was sounded which started

the revolution and the ministers were arrested and held captive at the palace.

The Winter Palace in St Petersburg is also magnificent. I can well imagine the fairy-tale balls
which would have been held here, with the dresses, costumes and settings, these magical balls would
seem from another world today.

The Winter Palace has a wonderful display of magnificent art works and is set in a majestic courtyard.

I was also fascinated by the magnificence of a square in St Petersburg which was

illuminated by wonderful lanterns in the early hours of the mornning. This looked

very majestic and beautiful. A story book setting. Beautiful! This square

was not far from the train station at St Petersburg. I had arrived in the early hours after

travelling from Moscow. The carriages of the trains were painted brightly. St Petersburg

is a very picturesque city, with fascinating sights and colourful buildings on the banks

of the river.

I also enjoyed

looking out over the Baltic Sea and towards Finland from the hallway windows of the

hotel in St Petersburg. The scenery looked wild and windswept, the coastline looked rugged

and it was cold, but also beautiful. This was in autumn.

Best wishes,

beautiful gold domes of Russia

more beautiful gold domes

St Basil's Cathedral

a picture of St Basil's Cathedral from wikipedia

St Basil's Cathedral

Peterhof Palace and fountains from wikipedia

black and white tiles by Peterhof Palace from wikipedia

fountains of Peterhof Palace from wikipedia

horse parade in Red Square, Moscow

parade in Red Square, Moscow

Throne Room at Peterhof Palace from wikipedia

bridge in St Petersburg

flower garden by monastery of St Sergiyev

Magical Splendours of Paris and France

Magical Splendours of Paris and France

 Pictures of Chateau of Chantilly
from wikipedia:

I often wonder what it is which draws me back

to France, as a beautiful drawing on the other side

of the world.

One time in Paris I remember thinking I had forgotten

how beautiful France really is, as it had been seven years since

I had last been in Paris. This was as the sun was setting over the banks

of the River Seine. It was a beautiful scene. A golden delight with the reflecting

light glimmering in the distance over the architectural landscape of Paris;

I remember often watching the pigeons by Notre Dame, watching by the river bank,

wandering around the narrow streets, noticing cobbles and unusual signs, lamposts

enhancing the scenery. I loved the little book stalls selling water colour prints of images

of Paris, the River Seine and Notre Dame. I have seen the artists drawings at Montparnasse and the colourful scenes of Montmartre, the windmill a land mark picture post card scene. Little restaurants and tables and chairs,

it is all a flowery theme. Very beautiful in many ways. There are also sellers of flowers

on the streets, also selling orchids.

There were also colourful scarves being sold on a street corner for only one euro. This stall seemed to attract many customers.

Charming, exotic, different. I loved the waffles in the park of

the Luxembourg Palace and gardens, the way the leaves would fall to the ground,

loved the colour of the trees in autumn, golden and scarlet, painting colours on the scene.

The autumn colours of the leaves of the trees and the fresh breezes by the banks of the River Seine are quite beautiful. This setting is quite magical, beautiful to look at from the windows of a bus,

driving along the banks of the river Seine.

Louis XVI mentioned the leaves when the royal family was held in captivity,

and they were walking amongst the colourful leaves in a park one day.

The Palace of Luxembourg gardens was a favourite place, families and people

would enjoy the day. Would go in grace and sail their boats upon the

little pond. A Sunday afternoon was a busy time.

On a recent visit to Paris last year I remember so clearly the moon shining over the hotel and

buildings at night in a narrow street. I could see this from my window and it looked

so magical shining its luminous orb, looking down on Paris from the night sky.

The left Bank of Saint-Germain

des Pres is also interesting to wander around. It was at a palace of St Germaine-en-Laye

that Louis XIV was born, and apparently now is a restaurant, as I was once informed on Louis XIV

group.

The Metro helps in getting from place to place and often is not too far away, distinctive

with a colourful Metro sign.

The shops of delicacies of fruit sweets and also mystical themes, as with crystals

and playing cards appealed also.

Paris, a city of light, a city of splendour. There is a saying that if one becomes bored with London,

they are tired of life. Paris is just as exciting. Many places of interest to visit.

The Louvre, which was once a palace, now a marvellous museum,

holds people in thrall with the famous painting of “Mona Lisa” by Leonardo da Vinci.

It is here also that there is a portrait of the three dogs, Nonne, Pomme and Bonne, in a gilded frame. The artist, Desportes, was commissioned by the king, Louis XIV, to paint the portraits of the dogs,

often with a rustic beautiful background showing the beauties of nature.

It is nice to wander around the streets and along the banks of the River Seine. These are pleasures

not forgot. Timeless wonder with stories of the past, I recall The Thirty Nine Steps, which was

filmed in Paris.

The colours of the leaves, so sweet and fine, splendour of a marvellous time.

Autumn in Paris a thrilling time, the beauty and magic all around!

As I recall more thoughts and memories of Paris, I will write them down.

I once caught a train to Fontainebleau, a magical place with a garden view;

Trees shimmering in the distance, all clipped to a triangular shape, the tops of the trees a differing colour, of rusts and greens, from memory they seemed;

Fontainebleau is beautiful to see and I must return to this place again,

as on the day which I visited, the palace was not open. A palace which was given its name from a hunting dog named Bleu where he was found at a stream and also was seen the Nymph of Fontainebleau; This is the place where

Napoleon said farewell, the royal party, Queen Anne of Austria, Louis XIV, Princess Henriette, (Madame and

the king's brother, Monsieur) and the court set

out to visit Vaux-le-Vicomte; Nicholas Fouquet hosting his fantasy show

of magical enchantments at his new chateau; Creating amusements and setting the

scenes for an ultimate downfall; visions of wonder, but not a king,

he lived for beauty and a dream; A Minister of Finance, came to see the very best;

Did he also like La Valliere? This a question not really determined, but the king

may have seen him as competition. (Nicholas Fouquet's emblem was a squirrel and his motto was to what heights could he not ascend? His wife also had mirrors in her room, which would have been unusual for the time. )

In Margaret Irwin's book of “Royal Flush” Monsieur, the king's brother in the carriage

with the royal party returning to Fontainebleau taunted the king that Louise de la Vallierre's face appeared in

the decorations of the murals at the chateau!

The Prince de Conde also had a wonderful Chateau of Chantilly,

where the king visited and marvelled at the fountain displays, which he would imitate, though

Chantilly was different with the ability to acquire water more easily; Vatel, a famous chef,

was also resident at this chateau and there was a film made “Vatel.” This film was a splendour

for the magnificent decorative visual effects.

The seventeenth century, a Splendid century, full of hope and promise with

a new and vibrant king; the magnificence and splendour of the gardens

seemed to match the spirit of the times.

With plays and entertainments,

literature, the arts and tapestries , perhaps these were the best years of the king's

reign. The vibrant flowers of yesterday, today and tomorrow blossom still,

giving forth a radiant glow of what was past and is still hope for the future.

The world has moved on from the time of Louis XIV, but still the beauty of the time

lingers still, the Hallway of Mirrors, a showpiece resplendent with candlelabra,

glittering candle light overlooking a magnificent garden setting would have been quite magical,

a palace of dreams, a beautiful landscape of gardens

designed by Le Notre and decorative art works of the times.

Goodness about the king in all of his ways,

was beauty seen. He admired Nature and fell under its timely spell.

After the king's visit to Vaux-le-Vicomte, it did not take long for the king to start work on his own marvellous

vision of Versailles.

I will return to Versailles, in another post

and also Carcassonne, Lourdes and Nice,

and Azay-le-Rideau,

which I have also enjoyed visiting.

Something magical about France in the air.

It seems to me to be a kaleidosope of colours,

especially in the magic season of autumn.

Poetry seems only natural to describe some of the wonderful beauties to be seen

in Paris and France.

I think of the beautiful poetry of the early poets, the times of Eleanor of Aquitaine,

the colours and splendours of her court, the ancient rolls of the kings, the beauty of the arts and Book of Hours of the Duke de Berry,

and all manner of things.

My best wishes,

These pictures are from wikipedia of Notre Dame and of the Luxembourg Palace and

gardens.  Also Notre Dame illuminated by night.