Another visit to La Cigale

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-fO805VDqI

This will open (through Windows I suppose) a link to a trailer for Window to Paris. Jeanne and I were delighted when we first happened across this rather odd movie back when we were renting VCR movies each week. It tells the story of some Russian people who lead a very dismal life in Moscow. One day, one of the men discovers a closed-over window that when opened, leads to a roof top in Paris. You can imagine how surprised he would be at this, and how he might make use of such a portal. 

I was hoping recently to be able to watch the entire movie again. Unfortunately, it is now only available on Youtube (that I can find) with French or Russian subtitles.  (I might watch it there anyway) There are also some clips available on Youtube.  It isn't on Netflix.  Regardless, thinking about Paris made me want to visit the French market that Jeanne and I have visited in the past. Her knee still isn't up to the demanding hills that must be traversed to get there, so I went alone.  Not really alone of course, because I always keep you with me when I'm out and about. I imagine that you're looking over my shoulder each time I stop and uncase my camera. 

This market doesn't sell only French food of course. You'll see all sorts of offerings today. I didn't take pictures of the bagettes and two kinds of cheese that I brought home for my girls that were French as. You'll have to take my word for it. 

Well, let's go...

 Multi-colored dumplings, with 'sails' 

 Spanish paella.  

 Are you fond of humus? At this booth, you could try a taste of each kind, working your way down the row of 16 (or so ) bins.  Then you'd find yourself in front of the 12 kinds of olives. 

 Cherry juice. Good, but way too expensive. 

This was my last stop. It's a table of doggy treats. Made me think of Charlie, the mastiff from next door in Michigan who once amazed me as he demolished part of a ham bone as if it were some Life Saver candies. He had amazing jaws. Gentle as.  

I'm glad you came with me today.  See you again soon.                          -djf          

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(final limerick) 

Last summer we toured White Island, a volcano about 40 minutes out in the Pacific. It was a tough trip. Glad it was no longer. Wind and big waves. Despite the pills we took, the boys got sea sick as we approached the island and the adults were close to it. Despite the discomfort, we got to see a place where few people have ventured; one I'll never forget. 

A limerick is not really capable of descibing the place, but it's what I have.  

We once toured a volcano named White.

Sea sick travelers enduring their plight.

Its landscape so bleak

from acid pool to peak,

Regretable? Heck no!  A Delight! 

Fortunately, being on the island settled our stomachs. The trip back was just as wild, but  the boys actually ate some lunch on board.

https://fostersoe.blogspot.com/2019/01/ohope-part-5-white-island.html