Missing Elvira!!!!

Yeah me too.

Elvira: Nobody does it better!!

I had to top this again! So many new folks have to be able to enjoy this thread.

Soooo where is elvira??? Have seen the (old) posts and read the "missing elvira" comments. What happened?? Where is elvira??? Anybody??

Sound:

Church bells in Paris on Easter Sunday

The sounds of the city (any city) coming awake

The fountain at St Sulpice.

Smell:

A small sausage shop in Prague that I found by following my nose for a 1.5 blks.

Any cheese shop in France or Italy

Truffles

Touch:

Anything that has a sign that says "Do Not Touch".

Sound:

Everywhere, the church bells, always the church bells....and in Venice, the sound of voices singing arias, instruments playing Vivaldi ..all from open windows as you stroll along the canals..

Smell:

The smell of incense while attending mass at Abbaye di Sant'Antimo..all the while hearing the Gregorian chants...utter peace and calm..

Touch:

All the countless hugs hello and goodbye from friends old and new...such warmth and such affection..

Sound-
The little frogs peeping at night in Bermuda.

Smell-
The smell of spring in the air for the first time after a long winter in NY.

Touch -
(Tough one because absolutely nothing feels better than holding my husband.)
Okay- the Caribbean Ocean.

Sound: Another vote for church bells. I especially remember Notre Dame one year when I was staying on the Rue de la Huchette; and the bells of Bologna.

Smells: Paris in the morning--coffee and pastries everywhere! Ditto Bologna, last visit when my hotel was above a cafe.
Also: the scent of wild oregano and thyme on a hillside at Thorikos, Greece.

Touch: I can't touch the things I most want to (marble sculptures): I especially want to run my hands all over the Barberini Faun at the Munich Glyptothek. Rwwrrr.
So I'll settle for the sticky touch of abovementioned pastries. ;-)

Sound: The hourly chimes from the clock tower near our hotel in the beautiful town of Thun, Switzerland (it was, however, an impediment to a good night's sleep).

Smell: The orange blossoms around Valencia , Spain (except when they're burning huge piles of green wood from the Spring prunings or orchard renovation).

Touch: The soft hands of an excited granddaughter as we walked the beaches of Maui (someday I will have to introduce her to Europe).

Sound: The WHOOSH of the underground in London (Anglophile that I am!) to the tune of Big Ben in the background.

Smell: As someone mentioned before, the lovely, warm, homey aroma of peat-burning fireplaces in Ireland in the springtime. Oddly enough, that's what my husband dislikes the most about Ireland! (it gives him migraines)

Touch: Feeling a shaggy highland cow's red hair in Scotland...

Sound: The sound of the fountains and other running water in the Alhambra.

Touch: The feel of the crisp linen of my sheets and pillowcase after a long busy day.

Smell: Too many to mention but the one that has been with me for years is the smell of the pine and rosemary on a rocky hill in Provence where we were picnicing. I have searched each time we have returned for a similar sensation but have never duplicated it.

Sound:
London in hotel near Knightsbridge one morning wakened by horse hooves clip clopping on the street below. It was the huge (Clydesdales?) being taken somewhere. A whole dozen of these magnificent beasts, ridden by men in costume. Don't know why? A parade? The sound seemed so right yet, so out of time, for London, in 2002!

The wind in tops of giant fir trees in a national park in Jasper park, as I lay snug in my sleeping bag.

Smell:
The aromas of flowers and green things exhaling all mingled together as I stepped off the super dry, air-conditioned plane onto the tar- mac at a little airport in Hawaii.

The perfumes in Sephora's on Champs Elysees.

The vanilla smelling bark on Douglas firs in North Rim Grand Canyon park. I scratched my nose, I was smelling them so delightedly that afternoon hike.

Touch:
The feeling of waves lifting me (desert dweller that I am) in water warm enough to bathe in on a snorkelling expedition Hawaii .

Cobblestones in Sienna (or any European city)

The bark on the olive trees on a wine tasting trip in France.

My daughter's firm, delicate fingers grabbing my elbow just before I walked into a street sign, so bemused was I at the upper level sights around Notre Dame.

Where is Elvira these days? Is she posting under a new name? I always poked in here to read her posts.