Category Archives: Town Houses
Quite Simply The Universe’s Most Glamorous Hospitality Awards Gala Dinner How the great poses? “We do it all the time!” Advertisements
Borderlands Designed by Michael Priestley in the mid 18th century, Lifford Courthouse (now a restaurant and prison museum) with its Gibbsian keystoned rusticated pedimented doorcase is reckoned to be the most impressive public building in County Donegal. The better half … Continue reading
This Evanescent World Grey mist to lavender twilight.
Time to Reflect This is what Sunday evenings are all about. Sunset on the river.
All Saints The Bailiwick of Jersey, in the Gulf of St Malo, is divided into 12 parishes which all border the sea. They are named after their historic parish church dedications: St Brélade | St Clément | St Grouville | … Continue reading
The Last Word Say again? More than a mere port, it’s a tale of two towns: Calais-Nord is a manmade island surrounded by canals and basins. St Pierre hugs the island to the south and southeast. Between Notre Dame Church … Continue reading
There’s More to Life Calais. It’s having a fashion moment. Official. Nice, no, niche, yes. Mid 20th century architecture is so early 21st century happening. Wherever there’s glamour there’s Lavender’s Blue.
Get Into the Grove Marilynne Robinson once more: “We have looked into Melvillean nurseries, and glimpsed the births of stars that came into being many millions of years ago, an odd privilege of our relation to space and time.” The … Continue reading
For Whom the Bell Tolls “There are 13 Grade I listed buildings in King’s Lynn,” explains local historian and former Mayor of West Norfolk, Dr Paul Richards. “There are 300 altogether including 52 Grade II*.” A member of the latter … Continue reading
Collage of the Titans After organising a hugely successful and academically driven Irish Georgian Society London work-in-progress tour of Pitzhanger Manor, Sir John Soane’s country home (due to reopen to the public next year), an invitation to breakfast at his … Continue reading