All aboard the Venice-Paris-Istanbul Orient Express not. Alo chaya dhola, the light’s wavering shadows. Vocalist, SD Burman.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aaa aalo chaya dhola In the midst of the play of light and shadow, uthola phagunae bono bina baajae rae, my heart skips as if a fluted instrument, potho chari bhori cholaejae kakoli, the road ahead is full of song birds.  Jaagae modhu laagae, that awaken the nectar within hearts. Mridhu phulobashae, in the presence of flowers shomironi nishashae, one’s breath rests,  ojana aadhesho phiraethae shae aaji, some unknown information has weighed everyone down,  aaji piyamaadhae , that beckons a beloved land dholae lotha beni, where the lotus and its leaves sway gently, shaajae bono pori, to dress the creatures of the forest, baadhaephulorakhi, and one’ heart becomes bound in its glory bujhi moroae shori , In order that we move forward chaari diki tharo, onto heaven’s road daakae onibaro, which calls everyone home. Aey shubhono dholae Upon  partaking of this holy assembly aajae ki  kamonae rohi onothorae, you will see how well a heart’s design truly is.  Aalo chaya dhola, within the game of light and shadow, gleams Brindhavan, the abode of God.

Aaa aalo chaya dhola In the midst of the play of light and shadow, uthola phagunae bono bina baajae rae, my heart skips as if a flute, potho chari bhori cholaejae kakoli, the road ahead is full of song birds.  Jaagae modhu laagae, that awaken the nectar within hearts. Mridhu phulobashae, in the presence of flowers shomironi nishashae, one’s breath rests,  ojana aadhesho phiraethae shae aaji, some unknown information has weighed down on all,  aaji piyamaadhae , beckons a beloved land dholae lotha beni, where the lotus and its leaves sway gently, shaajae bono pori, dress the creatures of the forest, baadhaephulorakhi, and one’ heart becomes bound in its glory bujhi moroae shori , in order that we move forward chaari diki tharo, and the heavenly road daakae onibaro, calls everyone to its home. Aey shubhono dholae and partake of this holy assembly aajae ki  kamonae rohi onothorae, and then you will see how well you are taken care of. Aalo chaya dhola, within the game of light and shadow, gleams Brindhavan, the abode of God.

 

The star of Couture, Paris in the 1950’s, Gabrielle Channel. Karl Lagerfeld and the House of Channel. Metiers d’Art 2014/2015. Full Showing in Paris/Salzburg.

Georges Hobeika: Spring Summer 2017 Couture Show. No really.

When Things Fall Apart, Poirot Helps. Unconditional Surrender.

Hercule Poirot A Belgian in Paris

A Belgian in Paris. 

Kathak Performance Sophie Tavernier Paris, France.

George Clemenceau 1929. Teacher, architect and benefactor of the first world war.

Incarnant par le verbe et l’action un idéal politique fondé sur laclemenceau1 conception intransigeante qu’il avait de l’intérêt général, Georges Clemenceau fut l’une des grandes figures de la IIIe République. « Il y a en moi un mélange d’anarchiste et de conservateur dans des proportions qui restent à déterminer. » La vie de Clemenceau illustre assez bien ce jugement de l’homme d’État sur lui-même. Au terme d’une carrière politique qui a marqué un demi-siècle, c’est lui qui mena la France à la victoire en 1918.

A man known to his own people as “the Tiger” for his ferociously brilliant political writing, Georges Clemenceau did as much as anyone to weaken the Fourteen Points that Woodrow Wilson brought to the 1919 Paris Peace Conference. Clemenceau saw Wilson as too idealistic. As French Premier, Clemenceau had acted as minister of war in his own cabinet, pushing the war vigorously until the Allies achieved victory over Germany. As leader of the French delegation to the Paris Peace Conference, he insisted on Germany’s disarmament.

Named mayor of Montmartre in Paris after the 1870 overthrow of Napoleon III, Clemenceau was elected to the Chamber of Deputies in 1876. Touched by a scandal over Panama Canal funding in 1893, Clemenceau lost re-election after being falsely accused of taking money to work for British interests. Divorced by now, and alone, Clemenceau spent nine years as a journalist – writing a column for La Justice before founding Le Bloc. Most notably he defended Alfred Dreyfus, a Jewish military officer falsely convicted of treason in 1894 in what came to be called the Dreyfus Affair.

Redeemed politically, Clemenceau was elected to the French senate, and in 1906 he became minister of the interior and then premier for the first time. The French alliance with Great Britain was strengthened on his watch. However, Clemenceau’s cabinet fell in 1909, and he was swept from power.

Using his newspaper, L’Homme Libre, as a public platform for his views, Clemenceau spent the years before World War I advocating for a strong military, expressing his hatred of Germany, and, once the war began, accusing the French government of defeatism. Called back to power in November 1917, Clemenceau renewed the dispirited morale of France while persuading the Allies to agree to a unified command under Marshal Foch in the last year of the war.

Despite his best efforts, Clemenceau was defeated when he ran for the French presidency in 1920 because of what many French perceived as his government’s post-war leniency toward the Germans. He died in Paris in November 1929.

http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/amex/wilson/peopleevents/p-clemen.html

Aria Nessun Dorma, Nobody Shall Sleep-Tenor Luciano Pavarotti and Maestro James Levine. Paris, France.

Italian Text Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma!,Tu pure, o, Principessa,nella tua fredda stanza,guardi le stele,che tremano d’amore,e di speranza.Ma il mio mistero è chiuso in me,il nome mio nessun saprà!,No, no, sulla tua bocca lo dirò,quando la luce splenderà!,Ed il mio bacio scioglierà il silenzio,che ti fa mia!, Il nome suo nessun saprà!…e noi dovrem, ahime, morir!,Dilegua, o notte!Tramontate, stelle!Tramontate, stelle!

English Translation of “Nessun Dorma “Nobody shall sleep!…Nobody shall sleep! Even you, O Princess,in your cold room, watch the stars,that tremble with love and with hope. But my secret is hidden within me,my name no one shall know…No!…No!…On your mouth I will tell it when the light shines. And my kiss will dissolve the silence that makes you mine!…(No one will know his name and we must, alas, die.)Vanish, o night! Set, stars! Set, stars! At dawn, I will win! I will win! I will win!