The Pyrenees rock!

 

We wandered trough the sunny Pyrenees on the Spanish and the Frensh side, 

talked to the ghosts in the Catharist castles,

walked over narrow little brigdes,

took our time for the details,

and picked wild flowers on the wayside.

At least it was time to cool down and channeling Esther Williams in the pool.

swimsuit: Esther Williams  - present from my friends

And after all the money I spent in Barcelona, to bring home the sun dried french

bouquet of wild flowers and put them in one of my 40s wall vases - priceless.

Seafood and Dali

my favorite capris: pinupgirlclothing 

 

Back from our backpack-trip to Spain, Andorra and France. I don't wanna bore you with touristic pictures, starting in Barcelona, we admired the Gaudi "Parc Güell" and his buildings, went shopping a bit and had a lot of great seafood at La Paradeta.

 

 

By incident at the Barcelona Harley Days.

 After the great art of Antonio Gaudi, it was time for another Catalan genius: Salvadore Dali. We waited two houres to visite the Dali museum, but it was absolutly worth it.

 Sculpture: Taxi pluvieux

Sailor playsuit: asos

After reading the biography of Gala Dali, I was very excited to see the Casa Dali in Port Lligat in real. To me it was a mindblowing experience! I loved every detail, especially the pink lipcouch at the poolside.

My shopping goodies back in Berlin:

40s landgirlstyle dress from Good Times Barcelona

Bakelite Bangle from Blow by Le Swing

soft red Mae West-Lips by Dali

Flamenco Shoes

Olé!

Race 61 in the sun

 

This was me visiting the Race 61 in Finowfurt years ago. Yesterday we did it again:

 

After a terrible long walk in the super hot sun (me in heels) we finally arrived at the race course and I heard the great sound of the pre-1961 motorcycles. It always makes me getting goose bump, feeling like a little girl on daddy's hand when we were watching oldtimer shows together. The long walk was forgotten, we just enjoyed everything, especially the starter girls and the witty moderation. 

There are a lot vintage car meetings out there but no races, where you can see the beautys in motion and hear their sound. Where you can see a Vespa racing against a Harley... and winning? You see.

Have you ever seen a lilac Hot Rod?

Because the Race 61 is in the countryside, I choosed a plain landgirl outfit that made me feel comfortable in the burning sun. Glad I did.

straw hat: 40s vintage from Schwarze Truhe

sunglasses: 40s vintage fleamarket find

 

 40s style dress: ebay.uk

 The hat comes with pink silkflowers, but they are a bit faded 

so I added two cherry hairclips, to match my cherrybrooch.

After the bratwurst, beer & ice cream routine and many more vintage cars, honey startet dreaming about this Ford. But surpringly we didn´t have the 10.000 Euros laying around... damned!

You see the Race is taking place on an old airfield where vintage aircrafts are on exhibition. We sat in the shadow of one of them and watched the sun go down. 

At least we had to say good bye because there was still the long way walking back to our not-so-vintage car. Hope you all had a special saturday, too.