“Our Best Man is in Switzerland”

We apologise for the spontaneous intermission but traveling has overwhelmed our ability to publish. Please accept this holiday snap as an apology, enjoy the over-priced ice cream and normal service will resume shortly…

Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

One of the joys of writing a novel about historical Paris is having to do research into historical Paris. I’m discovering that fin-de-siecle Paris is even more interesting and bizarre than I’d imagined. The air seemed to be filled with esoteric ideas, nouveau musique and the aroma of exotic beverages. I had no idea, for example, that Debussy was a Rosicrucian.

The pictures today are from a hotel we stayed in last year in Paris. Lovingly rendered by Ms Pichette, they show the small bar in the lobby with the painting behind it and an absinthe dispensing device on the counter. One could almost hear the chatter of insurrection and decadence, of art and aesthetics, coming from the corner…

The Staircase Mystery

Following our recent transatlantic travel, the Benthic Times are a little airship-lagged and so our regular Friday post is appearing on Saturday. The ink in our well is a little dry as well, so I’m afraid we merely have this picture of a staircase from our pleasant stay at Hôtel St Jacques, Paris. We can wholeheartedly recommend this hotel for its location,  its staff, and for its collection of Victorian ephemera.



Convivial Drinking Establishment

The Jennings are travelling at the moment (again, I hear you cry). As an unintended consequence, they have failed to supply much of interest for the end of week blog post. However, they did come across this pleasant drinking establishment which they think may entertain the readers. They also promise to post something of greater interest in the following week.


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