Travel crumblesAnd tinyBits of memories,Just make me WishI could again getA biteFrom one ofThese cookies… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on Icelandic stamps in my passport.
Sunday was movie night again! Aside from my boulimic attendances to the Montréal World Film Festival, I don’t go to the movie theater very often. It is very rare that I’ll go twice within a couple of weeks, but I couldn’t take a chance to miss Arctic, so I went to the cinema again,…… Continue reading Arctic…
I woke up brutally to his yelling from the bathroom. “Someone broke in during the night!” he screamed, his hands flapping in the air, as if he was trying to express his distress with semaphore. Who still knows semaphore anyway, I meant to ask him, but I didn’t think that would be of any…… Continue reading Traveling Memories – Lost
Unfortunately, last night was the last for Tapis Rouge’s Nordic Film Festival… It was kind of cold outside, the movie was a little late (9 pm) and I hesitated a bit. But is was a co-production from Iceland and Denmark (ringing a bell?? :P) so I put furry socks on, and I went anyway. While…… Continue reading Sparrows…
This morning, I am following a plane on my screen. It is over Greenland (the plane, not my screen), about an hour and a half away from Québec. The Internets are great sometimes… But I am a tad worried. I think the pilot might be tipsy or just not very good at following the planned…… Continue reading (Almost) on path…
Cyranny's Cove 