Monday, September 9, 2013
As knowledge increases, wonder deepens.
It pours all day. The clouds sticking to the top of the ridge like a barnacle. Bob and Sophie are kept indoors and thoroughly groomed. By mid-morning they're stir crazy. Within ten minutes of being let out into the garden they look like the sort of dogs you see on animal welfare commercials.
The garlic sculptures exhibition is humming. The downpour has brought the entertainment seeking locals out in force. We arrive just in time for the prize giving . First prize goes to two three foot high ' folkloric' dolls clothed entirely in garlic. '' Strands for the hair, skins for the clothes - all parts are used " the judge helpfully informs us. Second prize goes to a garlic Arc de Triomphe. Third prize to a model of five small garlic dolls in a playground. The sculpture is on the sinister side of eerie. As Edgar Allan Poe might have said " On the night of a full moon , if you listen carefully , they say you can hear the garlic children laughing ".