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Friday in Five

1 Apr

Got five minutes? Here are a few of the things I’ve loved this week!

View of the week

3689783_origIf you’ve not yet read the momentous first meeting between Matt and Pippa in my new novel, A Case for Trust (ha! See what I did there?!), this beautiful video will provide your imagination all the fuel it needs for the setting: a magnificent full moon rising over the spectacular Cape Byron Lighthouse in Byron Bay. The Eastern-most point of the Australian continent, it’s a wild and beautiful spot, a perfect spot for romance, and inspired the very first scene in A Case for Trust! Enjoy the video, and enjoy the story!

 

Pic of the week

Amanda's Moulin RougeAmanda Hamilton’s quirky, through-the-looking-glass watercolours are taking over the world (it’s all part of a cunning plan to bring the world more colour and joy, I assure you!). This one is a particular favourite of mine, from a fabulous series Amanda made last September while we were exploring Paris together. It makes me smile every time I see it!

 

Flick of the week

Courtyard, Palais du Luxembourg 5It doesn’t take much to have me dreaming of Paris. Amanda’s Moulin Rouge does it; and this week, so has Paris, Je t’aime, an omnibus of short films by an extraordinary roll-call of writers, directors and actors.  Through the neighbourhoods of the City of Light, love is ‘veiled, revealed, imitated, sucked dry, reinvented and awakened’. It’s delicious, poignant, visually stunning. And more than enough to have me salivating once again for my soul city.

 

 

Song of the week

La MerOh, look, why not? We’re talking lighthouses and crashing oceans and Paris and romance, and bestselling Regency romance writer Anna Campbell suggested weeks ago that this song, in French naturellement, and by the dashing Charles Trenet, trumps every English version. Also: I get to show off another beautiful (non-French, very Australian) beach!

 

Person of the week

Easter copperThis Brisbane Valley policeman. Easter is very often a deadly time on Australian roads – perhaps it’s the extra weight from all the chocolate, applied to car accelerators – and without our stern copper’s intervention, it could have been very sad indeed for this local pedestrian.

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Have a fabulous weekend! And remember to drop me a line about anything you’ve loved and want to share!

Gracie x

City of Light, City of Art, City of Amitié

2 Oct

Ten years ago I was sitting beside a pool in Valencia, explaining to a woman I’d never before met that I’d laid in my hotel bed the evening before, dressed in every garment I had with me, shaking and shivering through Spain’s sweltering summer night.

“You were in shock,” she said.

Yes, I was. But right at that moment, the bigger shock was that I’d confided my vulnerability to a complete stranger. I’m not that kind of person. I don’t conduct personal poolside conversations exposing my fears and misfortunes to people I don’t know at least very, very well. And yet, there I was.

Because Amanda is that kind of person. We had a few more days in Valencia, me travelling back and forth to Madrid to try and replace the travel documents I’d lost during a mugging, her sharing her son and her kindness with my own young son who’d been equally traumatised by the fairly brutal experience and his mother’s resulting stress.

And then we never saw each other again. A rich, deep connection – it seemed too brief to call it a friendship, though that’s what it felt like and that’s what it meant to me – evaporated with time and distance. We wrote occasional messages on Facebook, and mirrored each others’ experiences as single mothers, and the years passed.

I booked this trip to Paris, knowing what I really, really needed after a challenging year was three weeks entirely on my own. Out of the blue, Amanda invited herself along – just for a few days, she was just across the pond after all. I wasn’t sure, but I said yes anyway. And then she wasn’t sure, but she said yes anyway. And it turned out that the very last thing I really, really needed was three weeks entirely on my own.

Healer, artist, friend – Amanda is again working her magic on my soul. It can’t be coincidence – can it? – that for a second time, she’s arrived to take me in hand when I’ve been fragile and fearful. We’ll have only a short time together again, and I hope she gains as much as she gives from her time in my little Paris apartment.

Yesterday we took a long walk to the Tour Eiffel. Amanda wanted to sketch it. When we finally made it home, she wanted to paint it. And this morning, she’d almost finished it. Almost, but not quite. To see the final, quirky, clever result, drop in to her website.

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But give us a few more days first, to talk…

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