Author Archives: Dorothea Brooke

An Hungarian Interlude––July 12

By Dorothea Brooke | Published: September 16, 2009
The plane taking off, spoke French, on arrival, it speaks Hungarian. A first impression on landing in Budapest, then, is the strangeness of the sounds from no mouth in particular. I can’t tell where the words stop, or where they begin. There is nothing Latinate with which to gauge English approximates. Indeed, the only word [...]
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A Parisian Sojourn––July 09

By Dorothea Brooke | Published: September 14, 2009
I pass some workmen in overalls on my street at lunch time. The one has three baguettes under one arm, a bottle of wine under the other, and in a bag he carries at least two kinds of cheese and a bottle of peppers. Formidable! Later, I pass birds on the street with crooked, shrivelled [...]
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A Parisian Sojourn––July 02

By Dorothea Brooke | Published: September 11, 2009
The soul of old objects inhabits new parks. We visit the Parc de Bercy—past Le Jardin J. Joyce, and over Le Pont S. de Beauvoir. Everyone is taking their leisure in the sun, and why not? We pass by the woods with black and green bark and people in shadows; we pass the formal hedges [...]
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