Sallie B

I had no idea what a treat it was to see this aircraft in flight until I spoke with a member of the Sallie B Association who told me she'd logged only 9 minutes airborne in the past year...engine trouble, difficulty of repair in a large 66-year old plane.

Pride of place at Duxford clearly goes to the B-17G Flying Fortress Sallie B

Take-off from Duxford

What must have been a familiar sight here, 65 years ago, a Flying Fort banking
low over the East Anglia countryside

 

Flying over Bar Hill, on approach

 

Full view

Tail view

 

Apparently the Sallie B has been a movie star as well

 

From the American Hangar, US 8th and 9th Air Force bases in southeastern
England, June 6, 1944; you get to be proud to be a Yank, here

 

Duxford

This was just a normal weekend at Duxford; no air-show. But historic planes were flying everywhere, DeHavilland Dragon Rapides, Tiger Moths, an F86 Sabre Jet, Hurricanes, Spitfires, and the B-17...next post. In Hangar 2 they are restoring dozens of planes, including some rare creatures, a Heinkel-Jaeger bomber, Me109s, a Storch. And there are scores more on display, most intact, some, like a Zero, just a fuselage or wing. Amazing place.

The Imperial War Museum at Duxford is an unbelieveable place: an old RAF/8th
Air Force base, restored, with six or more giant hangars of aircraft, chronicling
British aviation, the Battle of Britain, and WWII.

There are American warplanes all over Duxford, many restored to flying condition,
but the American Hangar features three or four dozen American warbirds, all the way
from the Sopwith Camel to the F-15 

Not least is a TBM Avenger torpedo bomber, made up to look like George Bush's
"Barbara"

 

The combat information center at Duxford has been restored to 1940; Duxford was
base to Douglas Bader's RAF squadron 242; Bader, a double-amputee after a flying
accident in the 30s, convinced the RAF he could still fly, rose to lead the 242th,
evenutally was shot down over Germany, a POW, then escaped.... 

A Hawker Hurricane, the work-horse of the Battle of Britain, approaches

I confess I did pause to enjoy a warm [sic] one, a Spitfire,
"The Bottle of Britain"

 

African Swallows

These are (click to enlarge) African swallows, which do migrate, the farmer at
Highfield said, from North Africa

S #1: It's not a question of where he grips it! It's a simple question of weight ratios! A five ounce bird could not carry a one pound coconut.
A: Well, it doesn't matter. Will you go and tell your master that Arthur from the Court of Camelot is here.
S #1: Listen. In order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings forty-three times every second, right?
A: Please!
S #1: Am I right?
A: I'm not interested!
S #2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
S #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European swallow. That's my point.
S #2: Oh, yeah, I agree with that.
A: Will you ask your master if he wants to join my court at Camelot?!
S #1: But then of course a-- African swallows are non-migratory.
S #2: Oh, yeah...
S #1: So they couldn't bring a coconut back anyway...

Minis!

We became acquainted with Minis via my 1967 Lynchburg College roommate David Jones, who had a '66 Cooper that was racing-prepared. On our first European trip, in 1979, we tent-camped out of a rented Mini in the UK. In 1989, we bought a '74 850, autumn gold, that became Rebecca's car, and then mine. We're fans, and likely will own another someday. [Oh, yes, right: we're in the UK now, first at Rochester, briefly, then in Comberton, outside Cambridge, for several days' rest. The touring has been non-stop for weeks, and we needed a break. Especially after Dartford Crossing. It hasn't gotten any better after 10 or even 20 years.]

2009 is the 50 year anniversary of the first production of the Austin Mini;
production ceased about 2000, the longest-running in automotive history
(the current Mini is a BMW in clever disguise, although made in Oxford

When Minis started arriving in numbers at the campground we were in near
Cambridge--Highfield Farm Touring Park--we knew there would be more;
the great Mini 50th anniversary jamboree had been held in Birmingham the
week before, with more events all over the Island

One of several Mini encampments; these folks were mostly Dutch, but there
were other nationalities as well

Mini Limo

Delivery van with matching trailer

Moke, the jeep version of the Mini

 

A typical British Mini, and attitude 

 

Au Revoir

The Metro line from Bois de Boulogne, Port Maillot, into town
One of the Camping Paris busses
 
Qued for another ferry
 
Calais
 
Au Revoir; we'll be back in November...

Opera Garnier, 2009

Tuesday, after packing up, cleaning, refitting and refueling the camper, we took the Metro into town one more time, walked the old Opera district, had lunch at Leon's (where we obtained a third Eau de Paris carafe), visited Galeries Lafayette and Printemps, then had coffee with a view of the Opera. We drove off that evening, getting as far as Abbeville.

The old Paris Opera, Palace Garnier

Meyerbeer, Wagner's rival in the 1840s; there are no busts nor statues of Wagner on the building (although just about everybody else in musical history is there); it was here, roughly here, well, in Paris, in the early 1860s, that a riot ended the first performance of the Paris version of Tannhauser; in 1979, Vicki and I had lunch at the nearby Cafe Wagner, now long-gone; nowadays you'd pretty much have to be a music historian to know who Meyerbeer was....
 
Cafe-table view of the Opera

Cafe de la Paix
 
Interior of the Opera district Galeries Lafayette
 
Galeries Lafayette rotunda

Organ grinder's orange cat

Cluny, 2009

Monday, we did some more of the Left Bank, including the Cluny Abbey/Hotel, which has long been the national museum of the middle ages. Some chain mail and a few swords, but mostly religious stuff, as one might expect.

Monday evening we had our last meal together at the apartment. Vicki fixed her Porkchops Liegesoise followed by hand-picked Swedish blueberries and real French vanilla ice cream. And we all bid our farewells. The girls and the boys left the next morning, Rachel and Will for Normandy and more time in France, Rebecca and Jeremy for England and a week in London. It was a very, very good family European vacation.

John the Baptist
  
Cigar store John the Baptist
  
Jesus on wheels...try to imagine what this might have been used for in the 13th century...parades, dramatization, 4-wheel drive demonstration?
  
The Cluny does have some nice windows on display you can look at close-up...

We have been to cathedrals that feature shards of the True Foreskin in their treasuries...but this is the first depiction of the Holy Circumcision I have yet seen
  
 And Cluny has not one but two; supply a caption for the guy on the right

Most people come to Cluny for the unicorn tapestries; sorry there are not more and better pix, but they keep the room very dark for preservation purposes and no flash

The unicorn tapestries are about the senses and, eventually, apparently, eschewing the senses for higher things (whatever...); here, the lady is demonstrating the sense of sight by showing the unicorn his image in the mirror
  
Cluny was built on top of Roman buildings, of which there are ample remains

Thus

Tastevin

Our last restaurant meal together was dinner at a neo-bistro called Tastevin, on
the Ile St. Louis; a model of the restaurant was sitting on the bar next to us

Interior

I had the lotte (monkfish); super!

Seine at night, from the bridge between St. Louis and Cite

 

Notre Dame at night

Ditto

Ditto, again; great night sights

Pomp 2

We also visited the Pompidiou a second time, just to see the more conventional collection. Vicki's favorite Roualt was in storage. This color photo of James Joyce was taken in 1939, in Paris, just months before his death. Sort of ties things together.