Unbelievable!
Sunday
Friday
Sunday
Time to get serious: Stage 5 - the return
Yet again, we could feel the pull of the
A N O T H E R D I M E N S I O N
waning. But, after some pleading with the owners of
A N O T H E R D I M E N S I O N….
(http://www.backtotheeighties.net/images/billandted460.jpg)
…it would take us further yet.
They exclaimed “WOAH! EXCELLENT!” and said we could swing past Le Corbusier’s apartments on the way home.
...and someone else's intriguing architecture....
Time to get serious: Stage 4
Yet again, we could feel the pull of the
A N O T H E R D I M E N S I O N
waning. But it would take us further yet. Out of Britagne and south into the Atlantique Coast.
Like the soft rays of afternoon sun through stained glass, we descended into Clisson.
And laid claim to the land with a ceremonial dance, performed here by our Polish comrade.
Then we checked out this fair dinkum castle. Circa 700AD.
Tuesday
Time to get serious: Stage 3
We could feel the pull of the A N O T H E R D I M E N S I O N waning. But it would take us further yet. Into the heart of Britagne! To Rennes.
At this point it was time for a cappuccino – Rennes style. Hold the milk thanks, I'll just have cream.
Monday
Sunday
Time to get serious: Stage 2
Through the Another Dimension we tumbled….. to Mont Saint Michel – a voluminous abbey built atop an earthen outcrop in the mudflats on the northern coast of France. The daily high tide effortlessly wraps its molten arms around the outcrop, protecting it and its occupants from advancing hordes.
Building commenced around 700AD.
It was once used as a prison.
If the bitter cold water doesn’t scare you, the biting north wind will.
The people of the Middle Ages regarded Mont Saint Michel as an “image of paradise”. My impression was this: if Mont Saint Michel were to be represented by a pillow, it would be a very beautiful pillow….made of the hardest, coldest stone-ice-hybrid rock. I guess that suggests how tough life in the middle ages was.
Thursday
Time to get serious: Stage 1
Enough nonsense. That last post was sub-standard. It’s time to pull out some REAL.
This calls for extreme measures. This calls for travel to…..
A N O T H E R D I M E N S I O N
Luckily on a day trip to the village of Clisson recently, my exploration party discovered the portal to another dimension.
This…….
….was not it. In fact nobody knows what this is. Not even the guy who made it. We did however come across this strange triangular artefact.....
I thought perhaps we’d wandered onto the set of Beastmaster.
(http://www.orgonebox.org/allegoric/wp-content/gallery/goddard_daniel/beastmaster_ep204/beastmaster_ep204_027.JPG)
And we could well have been! For when we walked through the guts of this portal……
....we were transported to.....
A N O T H E R D I M E N S I O N!!!!!
A N O T H E R D I M E N S I O N!!!!!
A N O T H E R D I M E N S I O N!!!!!
Inside of it we appeared to be inside the history of Bretagne (aka Britanny).
Jardin des Plantes
The Garden of Plants
Of course there may be other kinds of gardens but I don’t believe such gardens are sufficiently common to cause confusion and thus warrant naming gardens distinctly according to their type. I’ve never seen a signed Garden of Rocks or Garden of Plastic Figurines. I am aware of The Garden of The Gods in Colorado, but this title refers to more of a ‘region’, than a specifically demarcated and subsequently tended-to site, so it is disqualified from comparison. Note we’re not talking about Jardin Botanique (botanical gardens) here. Just your average garden of plants.
Another peculiar aspect of this Jardin des Plantes involves me almost getting arrested for taking this photo.
I was standing on the grass, which apparently is a big no no. Perhaps this is what distinguishes Jardin des Plantes from Jardin Botanique. Perhaps the luxury of grass is reserved for the rats, which inhabit the local waters. These critters put The Colossus to shame and would have no trouble eating a duck, whole. Strangely, they seem to prefer the texture of a soggy baguette.
(https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJbSTZi3EVL_8M1D4_AR1XejPAb_tt4eYQHd4kJkGV7uiCq5CJjneM0SH2IAV7E9mvFfJz72qt6aiWwKOI1inCQy3ZWXDkndAX-i-o8EA1yknORW8DfkfOgWafK4JfCllDipScmVHook-a/s1600/Colossus+of+Rhodes+reconstruction+(Sidney+Barclay,+c.+1875),+constructed+c.+294-282+BC.jpg)
The rats’ thoughtful contribution to biodiversity is evident as one casts their eyes across the pond in the Jardin des Plantes.
28 January 1972
Cathédrale Saint-Pierre-et-Saint-Paul de Nantes is engulfed by a gigantic fire.
At this point God looked around the place, expecting his minions to be hurrying themselves in fire extinguishing activities. But they weren’t. With raised eyebrows he drew his God Sword and prepared to dish out some wrath.
GS: "zzziiiinnggg"
He found the then in-training Minister of Ceremonies (MC) Pacobel esquire asleep by the seaside.
MCP: " "
God then summoned the Angel-Boy Julius for an explanation.
AB-J: “Uh… I’m kind of busy looking at this rose. Shouldn’t Jesus be organising the show on the ground? I mean that’s what you beamed him down to earth for isn’t it?”
God then summoned the Role Caller to assist in locating his son, Jesus.
RC: "Look man… I dunno man. Can’t see him on the roll call…uhhhh .. uh huh ...looks like he’s missed church 5 times this week. Oop. Make that six. Six times. Yessir."
Enraged God used his Omni-Vision ® to scour the earth in search of his wayward offspring.
And there! There he was. Sleeping! Boy was he gonna cop it.
103m long x 38.5m wide x 63m tall
Construction began – 1434
Construction took – 457 years
Tales of Adventure!
CT: “Hey juvenile Jules (Verne), what do you think Captain Nemo is looking for?
Juvi JV: “Hey man. I dunno….. ….wait… are you….. copying me?”
CT: “Hey man. I dunno…. wait.. are you….. copying me?”
CN: “hmmmmm…… I’ve scoured the seven seas.. in my incredible mechanical tub. See here the engine room of the Nautilus! Powered me and my crew over 20,000 leagues it has! In search of my favourite...."
CN: ".... MACAROONS!"
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