I finished A Year in the Merde by Stephen Clarke Saturday evening in the hammock before the sun was setting to the company of three roosters crowing in competition (or communication). In speaking with a Parisian last night who has also read the book, he testified to the truthfulness of some of the descriptions in the text such as running for a train when the next is only one minute away. (I did not dare venture to ask him about the women.) During the course of the evening, I noticed several "ooh la la"s spoken but only after this Parisian mentioned his Swedish friend's observation that this phrase was actually commonly used. [Did you follow that? It was a tricky one to word.] There are times when we have to see something through another's eyes in order to observe our own habits. At any rate, the book was a particularly amusing read for April.
[Note: Willow is one of two cats here. While I was typing, she made a brief appearance in my lap.]
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