I know a place where we can go

Usually you’ll never know what you’ll find while exploring the cool cobble-stoned back alleys of Paris, but I guarantee you’ll come across lots of great little Crêperies like this one.  My favorite kind of crêpe always includes nutella in it somewhere, and maybe some tasty cookie or biscotti crumbs mixed into that crêpe for good measure.  By the way, one of the reasons I like this particular picture is because my family (my two daughters and my wife) are in it, together with some friends.  As usual, they were waiting patiently for me to finish my shot of this little slice of Paris.  Now where’s that nutella?


Let them eat… sushi!!

Anyone want to wager a guess where I shot this photograph?  Tokyo?  Nope.  Las Vegas? Wrong again.  I photographed Miss Ko (that’s her name) at the Palace of Versailles in France, of all places, where the Japanese artist Takashi Murakami had filled 15 rooms of the Palace with his first major retrospective in France.  The ample Miss Ko was getting quite a bit of attention, as one might imagine.

Scoping out the city

My wife is always giving me a hard time about all the pictures I’ve taken during various vacation trips, that I have yet to process and print for our family albums, and rightly so.  I’ll be the first to admit that I am a HUGE procrastinator when it comes to post-processing.  I am trying to get better at catching up on the backlog, especially of pictures from our family vacations.  Here is one from our trip last fall to Paris.  I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again I LOVE PARIS!  What a beautiful city!  Anyway, here is a snapshot of the Arc de Triomphe on the Place Charles de Gaulle.  And my far better half,  I promise to do my best to get those vacation photos into our albums!

Conquering the pyramids

Here is another shot from our visit to Paris.  What a great city.  Suppose I could have cloned out the crane on the right, but ended up leaving it in.  Maybe I can reprocess it someday when I have a little extra time.

Greater love hath no man than this…

During my tour of the battle sites around Normandy, France, I had the honor of visiting this beautiful 11th century Norman Church, in the village of Angoville.  My tour guide, one of the fine folks of Overlord Tours, told an amazing tale about the church’s WW II history.  During the D-Day invasion, the commanding officer of the 2/501st Parachute Infantry Regiment (PIR) sent a Lieutenant, together with two medics, Privates Kenneth Moore and Robert Wright, to set up an aid station in this very church.  For three long days, fighting raged in and around Angoville, with most of the wounded, from both sides, being treated by the two Privates.  Three times, the church changed hands, but the Privates continued treating the wounded.  The first time the Germans recaptured Angoville they stormed the church.  Upon entering and finding American medics treating both Germans and Americans wounded in battle, the German commander ordered that the church and its occupants be left alone.  The Germans never entered the church again.

According to a brochure I found in the church, the church stands today as a “symbol of man’s humanity in the midst of man’s greatest horrors -war.  Eight men and one child found refuge in this church during those tumultuous days, and evidence of their suffering is still present today in the blood stained pews and bullet marks about the church.  After sixty years, the church remains virtually unchanged .”

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