Nebraska viens a Paris!!!

Late afternoon and evening we had a true midwest thunderstorm, just like I remembered during my grad schools days at Michigan State. Great thunder, lightning and tons of rain.

The marche was large and fun, and those two sisters would have had many, many cheeses to tangle about.

French elections are next weekend and who knows. The near-right guy is another W — not needed. The near-left woman and the center/agricultural guy who did NOT win the 2 person primary had a “debate” the ther night. This Wednesday has the two who did win debating. Viva Segoline!!!!

Strong, spring-like thoughts continue to be sent your way, as well all move toward the June 21 Summer Solstice.

Take good care,

dick gale
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A quick Good (Sunday) morning from Paris. We three (spouse Susan and her sister Ann) are in a small studio apartment in the tres trendy St. Germaine district (not our choice of district!), but it is very pleasant and we slept despite some Sat night partying six stories below our window.

Connie pourrait voir qua? This question, translated by Susan, is one tha has been in my head over the past few days in Provence. Translation: What would Connie see? That is, your bog has certainly retrained my natural environment “seeing”, significantly improving the eye of this life-long environmentalist.

And so, in the late Spring of Provence, near Carpentras, What would/might Connie see?
– many magpies darting around the newly leafed vineyards — with the amount of new leaf quite variable from one vineyard to the next (there are, lamentably, not correctly aligned birds, as there is no organ music in the vineyards)
– the white/grey smoke from farmers burning cuttings in the early morning, and the right angles that the plume meets when it hits another temperature layer
– the intense yellow and bright green patchwork of the mustard flower and (what green small plant?) — very large checkboard patches, with really intense yellow sqares (perhaps heading for Dijon mustard)
– fields of intense orangey-red poppies, freshly from an Impressionist painting, occasionally interspersed with the random mustard flowers
– the gradually expanding shaft of sunlight on the small fruit stand under the midevil (sp?) arch at the Porte (gate) De’Orange in the old walled city of Carpentras — the sun spot gradually moved until it was focussed on the bright oranges and other fruits, as well as on the two, almost twin, young fruit sellers — truly some Other Presence was running the “spot” that midday
– driving through a miles-long “tunnel” of trees near Arles (this lousy navigator missed a trn near Avignon, but driver sister-in-law Ann was thrilled by the tree tunnels, as were we)
– (from Susan late last night in Paris) a low flight of pigeons, lit (almost backllit) from below with the city’s lights against the higher cloud-layer sky

THANX FOR THE EYES, CONNIE!!!!!
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And for your reading pleasure, “When Red Is Black” by an Chinese American living in St. Louis. The main character is Inspector Chen, and the story takes place in contemproary China — a very gentle “mystery” book, but very interesting, and also charming — I happened across this book and really enjoyed it
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So, it’s off to the Marche (arket) in the Bastlle — if we see two sisters fighting over the same piece of smelly cheese, at least we’ll know their names!!

Warmest Best from Us,

dick and susan gale

I did in fact cut in line – survival of the fittest and all, you snooze you loose.

I read your words mom and they sound like the embodiment of a March or April day, wild at one turn and meek at the next. I look forward to the cheese, the meals, donuts, laughter, siblings, nieces, familes converging also like a wild spring day.

I echo Janna’s sentiments and I feel truly blessed to have been given the chance to choose you – I guess that makes me kind of pro-choice – (also a coined phrase)

Love forever and always
H

(Janna – for the record, you totally stole my idea)