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Monday, 1 June 2015

Computing Error! Oh Oh!

Brain to mouth!  Brain to mouth!  Error!  Error!  Not computing!!!!!

My latest "blip" happened when at the optometrist -

"Do you have any Victor Hugo frames?" I asked looking serious and somewhat snotty.

No response.

OK! OK! There was a mirror on the table with "HUGO" printed on the front in big letters and I like books, not suits.  HA HA HA.  I made myself laugh out loud.

Oh God.....she's mixing me up with the suit guy

I didn't get Victor's frames.  I chose a no-name style.  I'm NOT going through that  again in a few years.
Don't say it....I beg you.  Mais non!
I've never seen the Balmain glasses locally although I suppose they're out there.  Just as well, too close to 'Balzac' and once is funny, twice would be a bit disturbing!

Sunday, 31 May 2015

Voyage Graphique, New Prints by Allen Hessler

The last day of May, and the first day of Allen Hessler's exhibition of prints at Galerie Crystal Racine. Allen's vernissage made my day. His prints are amazing.  The inspiration for his latest series "Life's a Beach" comes from his visits to the seaside in France and he captures the moments perfectly.  (Just another reminder for me to hop a plane). 

From the artist's Exhibition Statement:

.....The suite of prints that I have created reflects the particularities of this special environment of Fort Mahon, on the coast of Picardie, the effect that it has on its inhabitants. The beach provides endless space, which can accommodate the hundreds and hundreds of people that flock to the seaside in search of the vastness and the invigorating climate........I have tried to make visible in my prints the mystical nature and beauty of this superb place.....

If you're in Montréal this week stop by the gallery and treat yourself to a visual vacation.

Wednesday, 6 May 2015

Inner Voices

Spring has sprung and you know what that does to me?  RIGHT! Time for another discussion with that little voice in my head.....

VOICE:  Go to Paris!  You're missing  great exhibitions!  The flowers are in bloom!  Harry's has a new cocktail...

ME:  Get a grip!  I was just there. That's plain crazy.

VOICE:  Crazy?  What if you get hit by a bus tomorrow and missed your chance?  What if the WORLD comes to an end and you didn't get there one last time!  That would be totally nuts!

ME:  Really?  You may have a point!  I wouldn't want to spend my last days typing for God's sake!

VOICE:  You only live once!  Paris is your town!  You get inspired by the city and really, you need inspiration if you want to paint.

ME:  You're right!  How can I be creative if I don't go to Paris?  But I have to work you know! Trips like that aren't free!

Then I wait for her to give me
the answer because she always
knows best but.........nothing!  
What a bitch.

If I was about to hop on a plane to France, here are some places I'd be checking out:

Grand Palais American Icons

Musée Carnavalet

Musée de Montmartre, Renoir Gardens

And....Shakespeare and Company for a good book, Harry's Bar for one of those wonderful cocktails, the Champs Elysées just to be sure it's still there, the Left Bank galleries on the rue de get the idea!  Just......everything!

Thursday, 23 April 2015

I'll Give You Something to Worry About!

Some days we get so fed up with worrying about the regular stuff.  Health, jobs, money, kids, even the world situation.   Most of us can't just turn off worry, so luckily we can get stressed out by something different if we really try.

Close your eyes and read this.  Oh that's not right.  Well, read on and imagine......

You're walking down the street, enjoying a beautiful spring day, maybe listening to your favorite music, when POOF!  Without any warning, you're a victim of Spontaneous Human Combustion!  All of a sudden, in a flash so to speak, you're no more than the butt crushed in the ashtray outside the Ritz. Well?  This is a pretty big worry as far as I'm concerned.

Not spontaneous combustion.  These's a big difference
Scientifically this isn't a likely to happen (so 'they' say), but if there's a chance of it, I think this is a topic worth our attention.  There are probably a lot of people who have never even heard of this - if they ever come across a SHC case, they'll have no idea what's going on.

According to a site I visited one theory is that methane built up in the intestines might ignite. Methane?  Intestines going on fire?  Huh? That sounds pretty bad.  (Worse, say, than not having bread in the house).

Anyway, try not to worry. There have only been 200 or so cases reported of people bursting into flames with no apparent cause. Guess that's not too many unless, of course, there are a lot of unreported cases (for obvious reasons). 

By the way, don't look up Google "Images" on the subject.  The photos are really really gross.  You're going to look aren't you?  Don't!

Thursday, 16 April 2015

Hockey Tips for the Clueless

Hockey night in Canada!  The Playoffs! The road to the Stanley Cup and I…..WAS….THERE.

My favourite part was the National Anthem sung
by Ginette Reno

Being at the game was exciting….people with painted faces wearing goofy hats and hockey shirts.  Famous people, drunk people, laughing people and some people who had only the vaguest idea of what was going on with the game.  Oh, that was me.  I may not know the game, but I know fun when I see it!

I did pick up a few tips to pass on if you’re a non-hockey person attending a game, especially if you’re  with a knowledgeable crowd and don’t want to seem too dense.

·        If they give you a towel or something similar when you first go in, it’s not a souvenir to store in your bag.  You’re supposed to wave it around.  Don’t worry – they’ll tell you when to do it.
All the little white dots are towel wavers.

·        Remember what color uniform your team wears.  It makes the whole thing easier.

·        When your team skates really really fast to the opposing team’s side of the ice, get up and yell “shoot…shoot….SHOOT”  If the player doesn’t SHOOT you can swear and bang yourself on the head because...well, because. 

·        After the first period be careful who you cheer for because they switch sides!  It’s true!  Your net is now on the opposite side of the ice. 

This is a real hockey player.  You can tell because
he's wearing skates.

This is NOT a real hockey player even though
the sweaters are the same.  Don't be fooled.

·        Don’t make a joke about the game on Facebook because people apparently take the whole thing very seriously and won't laugh. 

I guess that’s it.  Chances are I won’t go to another game for a long long time, if ever, so don’t come back looking for another tip sheet, this is a one time thing. 

Tuesday, 31 March 2015

Whatever Happened to Malvina Scheepers?

Sometimes the model is just as intriguing as the painter.  Malvina Scheepers is the woman in this stunning painting by Canadian artist Frederick Simpson Coburn. Painted in 1903, this is one of my favorite paintings in the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts.

Phone shot - pardon the quality

Coburn is a well known Canadian artist and there's no lacuna of information on him. (Thought I'd work in "lacuna" this being a serious post).

Scheepers, an artist herself, was born in Belgium and met Coburn in Antwerp. In 1915 she immigrated to Canada to Coburn's home town of Upper Melbourne, Québec, where they were married, and established a studio.

She died in 1933.
Another portrait of Malvina by Coburn.
I have to say, he certainly knew how to paint his wife.

That's it?  I wanted to know her family background, where she learned to paint, how she left Belgium during WWI. She looks so elegant in the portrait I have to wonder if she liked living in the Eastern Townships or did she die trying to escape?  (I'm kidding I'm kidding - I have roots in the Townships and I'm just saying it's not big city life. Especially in the early 1900's).

So much for research. I guess I'll have to dig a little deeper than Google.

Friday, 27 March 2015

Urban Exploration - Count Me In

I know I'm a few years behind but lately I've become interested in Urban Exploration. Urbex for those of us in the know. Yes yes...old news but come on!  This is cool!

Urban exploration is the exploration of man-made structures, usually abandoned ruins or not usually seen components of the man-made environment. Photography and historical interest/documentation are heavily featured in the hobby...Wikipedia

See?  It's just like being an Archaeologist without having to learn Archaeology. And there's no digging involved.'s not like being an Archaeologist but it does involve exploration, history, and the recording of personal and untold stories.  Well I'm into it!  Well 'into it' is a slight exaggeration because first of all it's pretty much illegal and prison doesn't allow for trips to Paris, and I'm probably not too good at climbing fences or going down into sewers and stuff, but I'm really into other people doing it.

Naturally I turned to Google to educate myself on the subject and there are some fantastic sites. From what I could see, buildings of preference seem to be "Lunatic Asylums", warehouses and orphanages.  "Lunatic Asylum" sounds creepy right off the bat. Sometimes "Insane Asylum" is used but that seems to be only for the sake of variety. Urban exploring wouldn't be as interesting without the colorful 19th century names for these institutions.

After I had exhausted the various sites, I turned to YouTube for live action. All was going along fine and I was enjoying the videos when YouTube tossed me a curve. Instead of people exploring "Lunatic Asylums" and old warehouses, I was being treated to people searching for GHOSTS in "Lunatic Asylums" and old warehouses.  I'm not interested in ghosts, I'm interested in building rot.

As far as the ghosts went, I didn't see any. You'd think if ghosts were going to hang around any urban building, it would be a "Lunatic Asylum". No, the Urban Explorers did much better than the Ghost Hunters. They discovered entire rooms left as if they were to be used again except for the dust and peeling paint that is. Equipment, personal belongings, interesting furnishings -all the things you'd hope to find.

Some of the best sites I visited are below.  If, like me, you're in an adventurous mood but don't want to get up, take a look.

Urban Explorers Network  "Take nothing but photographs, leave nothing but footprints".  I love that!

Urbex Playground (Some nice Quebec exploration going on here)

Forbidden Places  With participants worldwide

Not wanting to swipe pictures off the sites, the photos above are courtesy of  Pixabay

Thursday, 19 March 2015

Art and Living

Hey ho everyone.  I haven't been writing for a very good reason.  Not excuse, REASON.  I've been getting back to my first love, painting.  In between going to the office, doing necessary chores and general living, I've been working in pastels and other media and feel all the better for it.

I'm always interested in the beginnings of writers and painters, and how they ended up doing what they did.  If they had second jobs, even better, so encouraging for us mere mortals.

For instance, I had no idea Colette had a cosmetics business at 6 rue de Miromesnil.  Location location location and good backers so you'd think she would have done well but apparently not.  On the other hand, Colette seemed to have a lot of time to write, get married, get married, get married and accept all kinds of awards so maybe the business was just on a bet.

So now I'm onto something.  I'll just bet that most artists had second jobs!  I'm digging further!
  • Degas studied law at the University of Paris but quit.  He had a wealthy family so we know how that went.
  • In his early years (very early) Renoir painted fine china and fans.....but then that doesn't count either.  That's like having a paper route or working at McDonald's now.
  • Monet joined the First Regiment of African Light Cavalry in Algeria for a seven-year commitment, but, two years later, after he had contracted typhoid fever, that was the end of that and he went to art school.  Then quit.  Then starved. Then became famous.  (That's my problem....I don't like the "starving" part.  Or the "typhoid" part either come to think of it).
Well the Impressionists were different.  That was another world.

Let's see.....
  • Lautrec painted posters but I guess that doesn't count because that's art isn't it......?!

  • From 1907 to 1911 Matisse ran an art school, Académie Matisse....that sounds like work even if he didn't do it for long. 
  • Miró initially went to business school as well as art school. He began working when he was a teenager as a clerk, but abandoned business for art after suffering a nervous breakdown.  Well that doesn't count either. 
  • Picasso....oh never mind.

Fine.  It must have been easier to be an artist in those days because I doubt very much that any of them could pay rent or afford a bus pass without selling work every week.  And the cost of art supplies these days!

I'm not complaining mind you.  I'm just thinking.  Too much thinking is unhealthy.  I'll get back to my canvas and see how it goes.

Tuesday, 24 February 2015

Just. Stop. It

I haven’t written a post in almost two months.  I just can’t seem to do anything – frozen brain.  Frozen arms, legs, face, hair, nails……..I’m so cold I just can’t think!

Aren’t we supposed to be suffering from global warming? Where?  When?  Apparently a massive cold front from Siberia is causing us to be miserable.  Why?  Why is Siberia blowing cold air all the way to Montreal and beyond?  What’s going on here?  It’s so cold, it doesn’t even snow! 

Every night we hear from the “meteorologist” that it’s going to be “cold or maybe warmer.  Maybe colder. If it does get warmer, we might get 5 cm. of snow.  Or maybe 15 cm. if it ends later than expected”.  

Not that I doubt the reliability of TV news (or any news for that matter), but can you become a meteorologist just by saying “now I’m a meteorologist”?  Is it an easy jump from ‘entertainment news’ to telling the public where the next hurricane is going to hit?   Huh?  I always thought it was a pretty tough subject to master -

·        pre/co-requisite knowledge in higher mathematics
·        advanced physics and chemistry
·        good computer proficiency. 

The basis requirement for becoming a Meteorologist is a BSc degree in Meteorology or Atmospheric Sciences.

Who knew?  These women with the pointers and maps behind them sure are smart.  They can’t predict weather to save their lives but they seem to have gotten their degrees in no time at all.

Yes I’m bitter.  Bitter and frost bitten.  We’ve had enough!  Just. Stop IT!!!!!!!


Wednesday, 7 January 2015

My Heart Breaks for All Things Paris

If the freedom of speech is taken away then dumb and silent we may be led, like sheep to the slaughter.
George Washington
What can be said that hasn't been repeated over and over all day?

As always, our hearts are in Paris. 

My heart goes out to the families, friends and co-workers of those who lost their lives today.

Je Suis Charlie

Saturday, 3 January 2015

Web Woes

Franz List Liszt
Before we get too far into the New Year, I just have to blow off a little steam because, quite frankly, I'm losing patience with all things "Internet".

First off, lists.  They're very popular because they "attract readers".  Have you noticed list mania?  Here's my annoying sample list of annoying lists:

  • 5 Science Based......You Can't Live Without
  • 12 Important.....You Must Know
  • 8 Travel Tips......Make Travel Better
  • 14 Celebrity.......Who Cares?

  •  Some of us can read a whole paragraph without having the sentences bulleted and from now on I refuse to read anything that comes in this form.

    (This reminds me of the Victor Borge routine - “It’s Fliszt, not F. Liszt. You don’t say M. Ozart?”.)

    The other thing that's driving me crazy are the ads smack in the middle of an article:

    Nonconformity and Freethinking Now Considered Mental Illnesses:

    Words words words words.....then, without any warning....

    "Are You color Blind?"

    Who me?  Is this part of the article?  Are freethinking and vision problems related somehow?  I don't understand.  Maybe I'm not color blind, just going insane because what I'm reading isn't making sense to me AT ALL.

    Dare I say it?  I never had this problem with real live books.  When reading Victor Hugo I didn't get

    “To a gargoyle on the ramparts of Notre Dame as Esmeralda rides off with Gringoire Quasimodo says. "Why was I not made of stone like thee?” If you book your Paris adventure now, you'll receive 150 extra points. Book before January 15.

    OK.  I've vented.  I feel better.  I'm going to read a book.  A real book. I'll try not to crab too much during the year....still, it's not one of my resolutions.........

    Wednesday, 31 December 2014

    Out With The Old and In With The New

    Worldwide 2014 wasn't all we had hoped for but I'm sure 2015 will be better.  Don't quote me of course....I never said I was Nostradamus......but let's be optimistic.

    As for me, my resolutions for 2015 are simple.
    • Be kind
    • Paint, read, and write
    •  Avoid the negative and mean spirited
    • Limit my Facebook time!
     Yes, this should be a good year.  Until then........


    Thursday, 4 December 2014

    Tips for the Traveller

    I was recently asked if I have any travel tips to share. I've picked up a few 'En Route' tricks which I'm happy to pass on. Of course things change from one year to another, and my needs may differ from yours, but here goes -


    • Travelling!
    Minimalist packing is highly overrated.  I know, "don't bring what you don't need" but how do you know beforehand?  I was in Panama a few months ago and needed tablets for motion sickness. You know what's really really hard to find in Panama?  Tablets for motion sickness. It was hard to find anything that I needed when I needed it.  I guess I should have looked for stores before 11:00 PM.  But you get my meaning. I say if you've needed it in the past month, bring it along.   

    This doesn't apply if you're going to, say, Paris.  In that case, you should probably just buy it when you get there.  At least that's my excuse.  Medicinal items of course.....also scarves, gloves and anything else that I can justify buying.  And if you happen to need something late at night when the shops are closed, sit and have a glass of wine at the nearest Bistro until opening time. 

    • Keep Snacks with you at all times
    Myth - you won't be hungry, the airline is feeding you,
    there's plenty of time to have a meal at the airport.
    Wrong wrong wrong.  

    I admit I'm a picky eater, pickier than most.  Recently I thought I'd be very clever and order the "Fruit Plate Meals".  You know what I got?  Fruit.  Dinner was apples, grapes, and some cantaloupe bits.  Excellent.  Then, snack time!  Apples, grapes and cantaloupe bits. Time for breakfast.  You guessed it.  "Wake up" and have some apples, grapes and more cantaloupe bits (a bit drier by now).  They totally missed the 'Meal' part of the menu.  How about a bun or something to fill me up?  If I hadn't brought some crackers and nuts, I'd have  grabbed that raw meat right off the plate of the guy sitting beside me and swallowed it in one huge gulp.

    • Don't Joke With the Customs Officers
    There are a lot of really friendly people working at Customs but there are also many who feel wearing a uniform gives them military-like authority.  Now I wasn't trying to be funny, this was a case of simply not understanding -

    "Howdy" he said.  (So glad I got a friendly one)
    "Howdy" I replied
    "Howdy" he repeated
    "How-dee" I answered again speaking a little louder
    "NO........  I SAID I.D." he yelled.

    So I whipped out my passport.  Well really! Why didn't he say "passport"?  I didn't understand his accent and could have sworn he was just being nice.  It turned out he was nice and laughed along with me but I think that was mostly because other people were laughing too.

    It's not always easy to clear Customs and leave the country...
     Keep Your Sense of Humour

    You're away from home.  Hopefully, this will be for an adventure and you're out to have a good time so relax because -
    • The person sitting in front of you on the plane is going to put his/her seat back as far as he can.  Even if you can't move your arms and your legs are cramping up, just think.....soon you'll be someplace else, some fabulous place with room for your knees.  And, if there's any justice, the person in front of you will miss their connection.
    • More often than not some idiot checks his bags and doesn't board the plane. This is a big no-no in the airline world so naturally you'll have to wait until they find the luggage and remove it from the plane.  Would be a lot simpler just getting the guy out of the bar, but no one asked me.
    • There's always a baby crying if you're on a night flight.  There's nothing you can do about it - babies cry, so bring some earplugs.  I don't think the flight will take off if the aforementioned child isn't on board.  This doesn't happen when travelling during the day.
    • The pilot will not get clearance to take off for at least a half an hour.  
    • The pilot will not get clearance to land for at least a half an hour.

    These are facts of flight.  Accept, ignore, be prepared to be late.

    There are loads of travel tips out there, but the most important is relax, have fun, and think of the "getting there" as part of the adventure.

    Friday, 21 November 2014

    Stay With Me Edith

    I had the unfortunate habit of leaving my phone….well, anywhere.  On my desk, beside the bed, in the car…..maybe it was something at the back of my brain telling me to just 'forget it'.  One morning I arrived at work to see my office door closed.  I thought it was really odd and almost went home just in case there was something creepy going on…..  Well, it turned out I had left my phone in my locked drawer, and my morning alarm had been sounding for hours....


    I’m sure it was really annoying to the other employees especially as I always seem to arrive later than everyone else, but it was a good demonstration of battery power!  Who knew these things could run that long?

    That was before.  Now I have the BEST ringtone and I love getting calls.

    Ringtones reveal a lot about one's interests and character.  This isn't necessarily information you really want to share with the entire city, but how often do you let your phone ring and ring in public?  Hardly ever, right?

    Guess what my ringtone is….go on….guess.  CLOSE!  It’s Edith Piaf singing “La Foule”. Edith really belts this one out loud and clear.  I just love it.  It’s as clear as any CD, not tinny sounding at all.  Luckily for everyone around me I often just let it ring…..they get to hear Edith.  Over….and over….and over….. until the voice messaging kicks in.  And no,  "La Foule"  doesn't mean "The Fool" - it translates to "The Crowd".

    There's something very comforting about having Edith with me all the time.  She reminds me that art, music, Paris and all the things I love are still there.

    "Meeting regarding schedules at 10:00 AM Susan".  Fine.  Sing it Edith.
    "We need 10 of xxx, and 15 of xxx.  Do you have them handy?"  Of course not.  Let's hear it Edith.
    "Your dental appointment is tomorrow morning at 8:00 AM".  Great.  One more time Edith.

    If I'm really getting stressed, I can call myself from another phone and she sings to me.  How great is that!?!

    Michel Rivgauche's lyrics relate the chance meeting between the singer and a man in the middle of a dense and festive crowd. It's love at first sight, at least from the singer's part, who thanks the crowd for giving her this man. But, just as quickly as it brought them together, the crowd separates them and she never sees him again. "The crowd appears as a sort of demiurge (creator), like destiny, playing with the human beings who are helpless against the vagaries of chance.
    Histoire de la chanson française et francophone", Ariela Sillam and Isabelle Taillandier

    If you'd like to see Edith performing "La Foule" here is the link on You Tube.

    Je revois la ville en fête et en délire
    Suffoquant sous le soleil et sous la joie
    Et j'entends dans la musique les cris, les rires
    Qui éclatent et rebondissent autour de moi
    Et perdue parmi ces gens qui me bousculent
    Étourdie, désemparée, je reste là
    Quand soudain, je me retourne, il se recule,
    Et la foule vient me jeter entre ses bras.
    Emportés par la foule qui nous traîne
    Nous entraîne
    Écrasés l'un contre l'autre
    Nous ne formons qu'un seul corps
    Et le flot sans effort
    Nous pousse, enchaînés l'un et l'autre
    Et nous laisse tous deux
    Épanouis, enivrés et heureux.
    Entraînés par la foule qui s'élance
    Et qui danse Une folle farandole
    Nos deux mains restent soudées
    Et parfois soulevés
    Nos deux corps enlacés s'envolent
    Et retombent tous deux
    Épanouis, enivrés et heureux
    Et la joie éclaboussée par son sourire
    Me transperce et rejaillit au fond de moi
    Mais soudain je pousse un cri parmi les rires
    Quand la foule vient l'arracher d'entre mes bras
    Emportés par la foule qui nous traîne
    Nous entraîne Nous éloigne l'un de l'autre
    Je lutte et je me débats
    Mais le son de sa voix
    S'étouffe dans les rires des autres
    Et je crie de douleur, de fureur et de rage
    Et je pleure
    Entraînée par la foule qui s'élance
    Et qui danse Une folle farandole
    Je suis emportée au loin
    Et je crispe mes poings, maudissant la foule qui me vole
    L'homme qu'elle m'avait donné
    Et que je n'ai jamais retrouvé

    Tuesday, 11 November 2014

    Remembrance Day 2014, Montréal

    It began with the bands, the cadets, and various groups marching.  And, of course, the veterans.


    At 11:00 AM, you could have heard a pin drop on the McGill University campus where Remembrance Day ceremonies were taking place.  Two minutes silence.  Not a cough, not a cell phone…..just silence.  It was almost eerie being in downtown Montréal without hearing any noise.  

    With all that’s happening in the world, and after the sad events that led to the deaths of Warrant Officer Patrice Vincent and Corporal Nathan Cirillo in Canada, it’s comforting to know that people will take time to come together and remember, in silence.

    Saturday, 8 November 2014

    An Exhibition Worth Remembering

    On 25 August 1944 Paris was liberated by General Leclerc's Second Armoured Division and the Allies. Two and a half months later, with France and the Allies still battling the Nazis, the Musée Carnavalet began the historical record with a Liberation exhibition that opened on 11 November. François Boucher, the curator and a member of the Resistance, had set out to 'bring together the documentation essential for future historians'. He had consulted official bodies and put out an appeal through the press to help him 'assemble as much information as possible on the events of the Liberation of Paris'. More concerned with immediate emotion than historical accuracy, his spontaneously organised exhibition was an enormous success.  
    Musée Carnavalet, 2014


    This exhibition gives us an up close look at how photographs were created in wartime.  The original material from 1944 is on display, along with material that was documented at a later date.  (I particularly appreciated the labels clearly indicating which images were shown in the original exhibition - interesting to see what was collected so soon after the Liberation).

    I'm ashamed to say (especially as I'm married to a photographer) that I've never really given much thought to this aspect of war.  We often remember the images, but rarely those who risked their lives preserving history.
    The stories of these men are not easy. They were no different from the soldiers, the Resistance, and the civilians.  They suffered the same fear and confusion.

    We're fortunate to have these images of the times.  For history, to help us understand what life was like, and to learn from the past.  If only.....

    The Musée Carnavalet is a wealth of information on the city and I highly recommend a visit. If you're not lucky enough to be in Paris, the website offers a fine overview of the collection.

    Exhibition continues to February 8, 2015

    16 rue Francs-Bourgeois - 75003 Paris
    Tel. : 01 44 59 58 58 ; Fax : 01 44 59 58 10
    Opening hours:
    Daily from 10 am to 6 pm, except mondays and public holidays
    Last entrance for individual visitors at  5 pm.

    Remembrance Day
    November 11
    Lest We Forget

    Wednesday, 5 November 2014

    A Peek at Panama

    Panama was not on my "Top 10 Places to See" list.  I had never even thought about visiting Latin America.  My heart always leads me to France and perhaps a nearby country or two that won't interfere with my time in Paris.  However, last week I had the opportunity to take a quick tour of Panama City after attending a business meeting and it was really interesting and fun.

    So here's the scoop for those of you wanting to see the country-

    From the air, just before landing, I could see boats.  Lot and lots of boats.  Blue skies, boats, and nature.  Lots and lots of nature.  I don't mind telling you this made me nervous.  I could see people on the plane smiling and relaxing as they started to leave their worries behind them.  This wasn't exactly the case for me.  I was sweating.  The Woody Allen side of me was definitely coming out. 

    But for those of you who like city life with nature readily available (I started longing for  Central Park - country at its finest),  Panama City won't disappoint.

    I was more than relieved to see an amazing skyline of super tall and extremely
    thin buildings dotting the coastline.  Whew.

     Pretty at night even when the photo is taken
    with a phone through a window

    Don't get me wrong, I wanted adventure, but civilized adventure if you know what I mean.  The highlights were to be the Gamboa Rain Forest and the Panama Canal,  a quick drive from the city center and the views are breathtaking.

    Gamboa Rain Forest

    Doesn't it look like a nice fall day?  33 degrees C.

    A Tarzan vine (don't quote me - this might not be the correct term).

    My favourite part was seeing the various creatures that live in the forest.
    A sloth hanging from a tree.  A sloth!  

    I particularly liked the fact we didn't have to hike
    to the top of a mountain to see the view.

    According to all sources I've looked at, Panama is out of the hurricane belt due to its strategic location between North and South America.  No proper hurricanes have been seen in Panama.  Maybe not, but we were told there have been some pretty fierce storms.

    The Panama canal connects the Atlantic Ocean (via the Caribbean Sea) to the Pacific Ocean. Not only is it useful, but beautiful too.  We took a boat tour on the canal and were treated to some beautiful scenery.

    We had to move for them.....not the other way around

    Every so often the boat would stop so we could see the animals living in the area

     A friendly monkey.  All the monkeys we saw 
    were quite small.

    Our guide tempted him (and his friends) with bananas.  They came onto the front
    of the boat, grabbed their snack, and stopped for a quick photo op.

    This little guy, a White-Faced Capuchin wasn't quite as brave.

    I know I know......I shouldn't put my photo with the monkey pics..... but there's a point.  If you think you'll look great on a speed boat in Central America, forget it.  My hair frizzed, my clothes were damp, and my ankles were itchy from bites.  Still, I just had to take a photo of myself.......just because.......

    Tips when travelling to Panama:
    • Currency is USD
    • Voltage same as Canada/US - no need for adapters
    • Bring extra light clothes
    • Bring hair conditioner.  It won't do any good, but you'll feel better having tried
    • Bring insect repellent
    • Bring sun screen
    • Learn Spanish
    • Bring water - with you during the day I mean, not from home

    I guess that's it.

    Oh, one last thing.  Puzzle of the week -

    Find the Iguana

    I really had a hard time finding this guy from my vantage point on the boat.  For some reason, I was looking for something green (a hint if you don't see him).