Saturday, November 24, 2018
We got that wrong.
Bob waits in the back of the car while Sophie chases invisible intruders round the garden. Finally, bored and with no sign that she's about to join him any time soon, he settles down and opts for a nap.
At the bakers a chocolate Trio for me ...
..... and a rhubarb crumble for 'The Font'.
The PONs share the curly ends of a croissant. Some routines are immutable.
On our way back we pass fevered activity at the roundabout by the motorway slip road . At one thirty this morning the gendarmes launched a surprise raid and cleared the protesters away from the pay booths. One policeman and three 'yellow jackets' were injured. Now, the protesters are back ( with reinforcements ) and appear to be building a large wall of wooden pallets that they presumably intend to set fire to. We'd assumed that after a week the anger might have dissipated. Seems we got that wrong. Yesterday, The Old Farmer tried to get to see his daughter in Toulouse but was told by some friendly riot police not to get on the motorway. The traffic was at a complete standstill due to upwards of a hundred people walking along the carriageways
So starts another day in deepest, deepest France profonde. A part of the world where nothing ever happens.
We first saw this painting ( or to be more precise a copy of it ) in an art gallery in Charleston . Little did we know it would warrant analysis in the LA Review of Books : https://blog.lareviewofbooks.org/interviews/republican-club-teachable-moment/