Brussels, city of espionage

 This post is another one from my city of espionage series, talking of cities in the world closely associated with espionage and intelligence services. And today I chose one who may be lesser known in that regard. I am talking of course of Brussels. The capital city of Belgium and the administrative centre of the European Union, it is a city of vital geopolitical importance. Therefore it makes sense that Brussels is also a centre of international espionage. Yet, we don't really see it in fiction. I am not (yet) a connoisseur of spy thrillers, so correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't remember Brussels being featured in spy novels or movies. Or TV series. I don't even remember Brussels being mentioned, even in passing. I visited it once, years and years ago, and while I thought it looked like a nice enough city, I didn't see it as a paerticularly glamorous or exotic one, let alone a suitable place for gritty espionage dramas. But I think it deserves more recognition and it deserves to be featured more often in spy thrillers.

"The Story of... Tea"

Quick blog post to plug a documentary I watched on Netflix and really enjoyed: The Story of... Tea. It's part of a documentary series on various drinks and food, I didn't watch any of the others, but this episode on tea was really nice. I learned a few things, about how it got introduced here in the UK and elsewhere and it's just nice to see how it is picked up and made. It remains to this day the most popular non-alcoholic beverage on earth. That's right. More than coffee. I don't know for you, but I find it kind of reassuring. Anyway, are you a tea drinker? What's your favourite brew?

Legends

 I found another great crime series on Netflix and I wanted to share it/plug it here: Legends. It's both a crime drama and a true crime documentary, as it is based on true events: the heroin trade of the early nineties in the UK and the combat against it by a team formed by border officers. A ragtag bunch of misfits as the trope is called. I love ragtags bunch of misfits, especially in crime fiction, even more when they had an origin in real life. I might blog about the trope one day, but I digress. You have two fairly rarely seen (at least in fiction) mob groups as the antagonists, one from Liverpool, the other from Turkey. Anyway, I cannot stress how solid the series is and I cannot recommend it enough.

Ghosts in the Walls

Is it okay to think about Halloween already? The weather has been kind of gloomy, in a good way (but then again I love gloomy weather), so of course I am thinking about Halloween. I spend the year preparing for the coming Halloween, I love the holiday that much. I am always on the lookout for something spooky. So during our visit to the Tower of London last February, I found in their souvenirs shop Ghosts in the Walls, which I purchased immediately. Subtitled "Spooky stories inspired by real history," I had no choice. I'm not sure when I will start reading it, but it's on my to be read list for the next few months.

"11 siècles de Normandie"

Ma belle-mère a parfois des contenants cools. Comme cette boîte de biscuits, qui fait un résumé date par date de l'histoire de la Normandie, de sa fondation à nos jours. Avec de jolis dessins aussi. C'est pas mal cool, comme je le disais, on mentionne même les liens entre la Normandie et le Québec (et la ville de Québec). Et les biscuits, me demanderez-vous? Bon, ça fait longtemps que les biscuits originaux ont été mangés. Alors elle l'utilise pour mettre d'autres biscuits et elle montre la boîte pour la visite.

Tomahawk (Signature Weapon)

 Here is another post in my new Signature Weapons series, about weapons that ought to be seen in crime fiction, either used by the heroes or villains, as a signature weapon. So today I want to blog about the tomahawk. Not the missile, but the Native American axe. As a child, I grew kinda obsessed by it when I saw Disney's Davy Crockett: King of the Wild Frontier. I thought it just looked so cool. So I made it one of my characters' signature weapon in some of our games. My parents had bought a few wooden toys, if I remember well. Now, the tomahawk still exists, although it is more often used as a tool than a weapon. Some look like plain hatchets, some look like they have been forged near Mount Doom. Be that as it may, I am ware that a tomahawo might not be the most practical weapon, even in close quarters. All the same, I would like to see it in a modern crime fiction setting as a signature weapon.

Taureau hispanique

Parfois, voyager quelque part nous permet aussi de s'imaginer ailleurs. Ainsi donc, j'ai pris cette photo aux Roman Baths de York. Apparemment, la neuvième légion (est-ce que ça ne devrait pas s'écrire IX, d'ailleurs?) a déjà été en Espagne, ou plutôt en Hispanie. Moi je n'y ai jamais mis les pieds. Je sais que ce n'est pas une affiche authentique, mais j'aime bien l'image quand même, ça fait un peu exotique, même si les chiffres romains ne sont pas exacts. De l'Hispanie jusqu'à York, c'est un long voyage, en tout cas ce l'était à l'époque de l'Empire romain. 

Goddess Fortuna

I took this picture at the Roman Baths in York. If you want to celebrate Easter in an English city, York might actually be the best one, because of its history with the Roman Empire. And let's face it, who does not associate Easter with Ancient Rome somehow? I know I do. The Romans are both the villains of the Biblical story (or at least often depicted as such) and the originators of many of the Pagan elements of Easter. Anyway, you can find in York's Roman Baths a shrine to Fortuna, the goddess of luck and fortune. You could make an offering of 30p, which we did. Hey, you never know! No but more seriously, seeing this shrine made me feel like in another time altogether, both familiar and exotic.

L'architecture de Salzbourg

 J'ai pris cette photo lors de nos vacances en Autriche l'an passé, à Salzbourg. Vous voyez un commerce, en tout cas un édifice, qui date de quelques siècles, R.F. Azwanger. Ce que j'aime dans l'architecture de Salzbourg, c'est justement qu'elle a l'air figée dans le temps, comme je le disais dans ce billet. Même avec l'apparition des stands et des réclames plus modernes, comme on voit ici. Et avec les couleurs parfois pastel, parfois vives, on dirait souvent des maisons de poupées géantes. Il y a quelque chose de délicat dans cette ville.

Geneva, city of espionage

 Carrying on from my promise made in my post from the 25th of February, I am blogging again about a city associated with espionage, in fiction and in history. So today, I wanted to blog about Geneva. I have been to Switzerland once in ym life, more than 25 years ago, a very short stay, but I never set foot in its capital. However, I have seen it featured in many spy thrillers, as well as a few documentaries about espionage. Being a center of finance, diplomacy and international politics, it makes sense that Geneva has been a key setting for secret business, before and after the Cold War. I want to go to Switzerland and have a long stay there for a number of reasons (okay, mainly its trains). If we ever go to Geneva on holiday, I will keep this in mind, and maybe bring with me a spy thriller novel set there to read in my spare time.

Corto Maltese en Irlande

Comme c'est la Saint-Patrick pour encore quelques heures, une suggestion de lecture, une aventure de Corto Maltese d'Hugo Pratt. Je parle bien entendu de Concert en O mineur pour harpe et nitroglycérine.Vous la trouverez dans Les Celtiques.Je la plogue à chaque année.

"Beware the Ides of March"

 Today is the 15th of March, therefore, this is the Ides of March. Which means that it is the anniversary of the assassination of Julius Caesar.A rather gruesome anniversary, but it shapes the world like not many others did, for centuries to come. I blog about it every year, it's a sort of tradition, because I love history and I get in an Ancient Rome mood round this time of year. That and an Irish mood, too, but I digress. So yeah, as you probably, we owe to Shakespeare the line "Beware the Ides of March," you can hear it in Julius Caesar. I have yet to see the whole play, shame on me. For me, it reminds me of this scene from the HBO series Rome. I am going to watch it. If you do, fair warning: it is very bloody.

Vienna, city of espionnage

 You may remember back on the 25th of February, I had made the project of starting a number of posts here about cities and places associated with espionage, in fiction and/or in history. Well, I haven't forgotten it and today is the fitst post of I hope a new series. The first city I wanted to blog about came as a no brainer: I am talking of course of Vienna. Because it is not only the City of Music, it could easily qualify as the City of Espionage, and way before the Cold War. Of course it was one of those places at the center of the conflict between East and West, but it has always been the convergence point for both worlds, both Europes so to speak. Also, I suspect that due to its picturesque look, many spies would rather meet there than anywhere else in the world. For the writer, it makes for a great backdrop for a gripping drama, the beauty of Vienna a sharp contrast to the ruthless game of cloaks and daggers being played. Should you visit it, keep that in mind. I know I will next time.

Memento Mori from Pompeii

As you may know, today is is Ash Wednesday today, the beginning of Lent. To mark the day, I have decided to share one very famous Memento Mori, from Pompeii. I took the picture in one of my childhood books about Greek and Roman mythology. This image has always fascinated me. It is an allegory of the transient nature of life. The skull represents death, there is the wheel of fortune, the soul is represented by the butterfly, etc. You can find more details about the moseic here. In the end, I think it's a cool image to encourage people to make the most of their life.

Un vieux suspense

 Les trésors que je trouve parfois dans les livres de mes parents. Quand elle était jeune fille, ma mère lisait les romans publiés par la Bibliothèque verte. Des romans qui se sont retrouvés chez nous. Je ne les avais jamais lus, enfin pas la plupart d'entre eux. Mais je compte changer la donne prochainement. J'ai donc piqué (avec sa permission) L'Homme de la 377 de René Guillot. Un vieux roman d'aventure pour la jeunesse dont l'intrigue se passe durant la Deuxième guerre mondiale, avec des trains qui se font saboter? C'est dans mes cordes. Et peut-être qu'un jour, petit loup le lira aussi. Ce serait bien d'avoir une tradition de lecture de ce côté de la famille, comme c'est parfois le cas du côté de ma femme.

Princesse/Impératrice Sissi

Il y a une personne en Autriche qui, sans être aussi célébrée par les touristes que le p'tit gars de Salsbourg (on Autrichien préféré, bien entendu), est quand même une attraction. Je parle de l'Impératrice Élisabeth de Wittelsbach. Aussi connue sous le nom de Princesse Sissi. Enfant, j'ai comme bien du monde connu Sissi grâce aux films avec Romy Schneiger. Des bluettes édulcorées, je crois, des romcoms pseudo-historiques, mais ça faisait des soirées de fin d'été assez plaisantes et ça désennuyait un peu. En plus, ça nous donnait un petit vernis d'histoire. Enfin bref, j'ai pris cette photo à Vienne, me demandant combien de touristes la princesse attire. Elle ou le portrait qu'en a donné Romy Schneider. Mais bon, elle peut bien avoir ses fans, elle ne doit certainement pas en avoir autant que Wolferl.

Janus for January

 Iknow I blogged about the same topic, sharing the same image early this month. But I thought that, since we are now pass mid January, it was a nice opportunity to remind us that January is named after the Roman god Janus. He has two faces, one watching the past, the other the future. Since we are in the middle of the month, I can imagine him contemplating both times and well, wondering what the hell's going to happen next. If I was a believer, Janus would be the god I would pray to and make offering to these days.

True Crime Archives (Allô Police)

As you know, I love crime fiction, but I also love true crime history, especially the crime history of Québec. So my parents bought me this book from Christmas. An account of the history of crime in Québec, based on the archives of its most (in)famous tabloids, Allô Police. Sensationalist, sleazy, yellow, Allô Police was labeled a lot of things, maybe not without reasons. All the same, it remains to this day a reference in crime journalism. I have a lot on my TBR list, but I started reading it. There is a writing workshop coming and I intend to produce a crime fiction short story, so will use this book for inspiration.

The month of Janus

I found this picture in a book on Greek and Roman mythology which I liked a lot as a child. I learned from it that January is the month of the Roman god Janus, a two face god, with one face looking into the past and one face looking into the future. It is a mysterious god, as fairly little is known about him. He is a god of time, passage and transition and of course he gave his name to January. I blogged about him before, I thought today was a good time to blog about him again.

Poppies in Wallingford

Today is Remembrance Day. I commemorate with a picture I took recently in Wallingford. They had figures like this of soldiers with a poppy at the breast. Simple, beautiful and touching.