The Eclipse

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We've got an eclipse coming up. 

BONUS! Friends Mary and Bob will travel here from CALIFORNIA, along with hundreds of thousands of people from across this great land. 

Mary and Bob know that Bloomington, Indiana has been described as the "best place in the WORLD" to experience the eclipse.  

We're not only in the Arc of Totality (AofT). In fact,  solar physicists claim that Bloomington lies in a rare POSITION OF PROTRACTION (PoP) where the darkness lingers for 30 to 35 minutes, way longer than anywhere else (mere four minutes). 

Some scientists suggest that PoP has, and can,  produce a "suspension in the progress of time."  

A time warp so to speak. Unfortunately, a time warp can result in people freezing to death before their bodies fly off into space. 

 Even so, into I'm willing to risk it.  

My biggest fear centers around finding enough fun stuff to do in B-town so our friendship continues on its own immortal arc of totality. I'm making a list. 

 

 

The Spirit

 We had Spirit Week at school.  

Monday:  Mismatched Socks.  Tuesday:  Crazy Hair.  Wednesday: School Colors.  Thursday: Hat Day.  Friday:  Pajama Day.

To be honest, Spirit Week wasn't much fun for me.  In fact on Friday afternoon I wrote to #30Something, "Have you ever felt like smashing your head with a brick?"

There's only so much hubbub, chitterchatter, and boisterous elan a person of right mind can take.  5 days straight was tough stuff.  

This weekend, I'm trying to reset.  We drove to the fairgrounds for the FARMTOY sale.  This is the first annual FarmToy Sale we've had in Monroe County.  I eavesdropped on people making comments like, "My daddy used to send me out to work on the L35 and the darn thing would not start.  Could not get it to start..."  and "...had a 4M for years." The old metal tractor toys tempted us, but I ended up with a milk delivery truck and Husbandman nabbed a police car.  We are aware that the police car is not a farm toy per se.  

In the evening we sauntered on over to Comedy Attic to see Sarah Sherman. The crowd loved her, but she reminded me too much of Sprit Week and if a brick had been handy, I would have been a goner. 

Enjoying a quiet morning on High Street.  Way to go, Sunday. 

Spring Break 2024: It's a wrap.

 Home again, home again, jiggityjig.  We were there.  Now we're back here.   

Our final day included a trip to the Pantheon to learn more about the latest patriots to be buried there, a group of underground Armenian resistors who conducted 28 attacks on the Nazis in WWII. They were executed by firing squad when the war was nearly over. I cried to read of their bravery and their love for France, even when France didn't always reciprocate.  Please remember the name of Missak Manouchian. 

In the evening we went to Sainte-Chapelle to listen to some Bach concertos. 

A special end to a lovely dream come true spring break.  

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The porcelain cup here belonged to Moise Camondo whose house became Musee Nissim.  Moise loved to collect art.  He has a little room off his dining room filled with four walls of porcelain china.  Every cup, plate, serving bowl has a beautiful bird on it. I want one of these bird cups a LOT.  Moise Camondo left his house and his collections to Paris to be made into a museum.  He wanted nothing touched, nothing added, nothing taken away.  The guy was a maniac about his stuff. I learned about him from a friend who read Edmund De Waal's book, Letters to Camondo.  de Waal is a ceramicist, so CB... you might want to look into these peeps. 

I stood in Marie Curie's lab and office today.  Both have been decontaminated so have no fear. Curie's work and life story is brilliant and fascinating.  I was sad to read that her husband got hit by a horse drawn carriage and died instantly, but though she was devastated, she carried on without him.  Picked up a 2nd Nobel Prize a few years later. Marie Curie is my hero at this point in time.

The trip has been sensational, but the walking has gotten a bit extreme.  Yesterday my legs hurt so much at the end of the day that I wanted to put them in a guillotine.  

All is well now. Off to dinner.

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Chana Orloff was a Ukrainian artist who lived in Tel Aviv and Paris.  She was friends with Modigliani, Zadkine, Chagall, the usual suspects.  Fun fact: Orloff used 7 year old Ida Chagall as a model for a cool sculpture of a little girl with big hair.  Orloff made figurative sculptures, animal sculptures, mother and child sculptures.  I saw her work at the Zadkine Museum yesterday afternoon. I'm now a big Orloff fan. It's good to remember that women were here and there as well, making cool stuff.  Being ignored by some, but persevering nonetheless. 

On Rue de Fleurus, I ran into Gertrude and Alice on their way home from a walk with their big poodle. We said our bonjours and then I went on my merry way.

Ended the day having dinner with this guy. The one and only Pierre Sang.  We've been to his place before, but this time he was there and it was fun to see him in action.  We had a window table so I could see him taking a break outside, checking his phone and smoking a cigarette.  I wish he wouldn't smoke, but the 7 course dinner he produced was a dream come true.  Merci beaucoup Monsieur Sang!

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 Rainy day Tuesday.  With umbrellas aloft, we headed to Pere Lachaise Cemetery. We first looked for the grave of Balzac.  Took awhile, but we eventually tracked him down.  In addition to being a great writer, he drank over 50 cups of coffee each day.  Then we searched for the mathematician, Gaspard Monge.  After a spell, we gave up and began walking back.  Minutes later, I glanced up to the left and there above me was the miraculous tomb of famed geometer Gaspard Monge! I was elated because I detest mission failures. We ended next to Jim Morrison, who has the only grave surrounded by police barriers. The plethora of fresh flowers and knickknacks atop Jim's body shows these to be mostly ignored. People love him madly. 

We both agreed Pere Lachaise has a lot to offer on a rainy day in Paris. 

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 Jardin Des Plantes has displays about the history of cultivated plants in France going back to the BC's.  So now I want to be a plant archaeologist.  

While sitting in Eglise St. Nicolas I got a text from a friend whose Dad just died.  I lit a candle for her and for him, but I didn't have any euros, so I squeezed a folded up dollar bill into the donation box.  I don't think anyone will get in a huff about that. 

Sat in a cafe yesterday afternoon to get out of the rain.  Wrote in notebook.  Drank coffee. Looked out the window.  An American family sat nearby.  Mom, Dad, 2 young boys.  There are a lot of Americans here right now, and we seem to be behaving ourselves.  The 2 young boys were on the loud side, but they're kids.  Give them a break.  One of them kept saying, "It's Opposite Day" to everything his brother said.  That whole Opposite Day thing got irksome, but I loved his improv insult to his bother, "You have a fat pudgy face.  You have a punching bag face."  Well done, American kid.

Ate at La Coupole last night.  Creative spirits of the 1920s art world float about in there. I think we might have been sitting near a Chagall column but can't track down any confirmation.  If I had extra time, I'd do some research and make a helpful map matching columns to artists. 

More Americans near us at dinner, but I'm not mad at that. Americans clearly know that Paris is a good place to be, so kudos to U.S.

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After I lost Husbandman at the Pompidou Center, I set up guidelines for spots where we would meet before either of us moved on to a new spot in the museum.  Husbandman kidded that he felt like he was  "on a field trip with Dr. H," but the guidelines allowed us to focus on the stuff of importance.  

We visited old favorites and met some new painters.  I love all the little images spread throughout Chagall's canvases.

Before dinner we wandered through the church of Saint-Germaine-des-Pres, Husbandman's favorite.  Saint Germaine was born in 496.  He was the Bishop of Paris, well known for his generosity to the poor.  In short, a good guy.

Husbandman went to work today.  I was taken aback by the hotel manager saying to me at breakfast, "He goes to work and you go shopping!  Don't forget to bring his credit card!"

Geez.  It's hard to believe that this same woman gave me a pin for International Women's Day on Saturday (We Are All Heroines!) and today she thinks of me as nothing more than a consumeristic concubine.  Classic example of the adage the more things change, the more they stay the same. 

I've spent too much time this morning reading about Marc Chagall on the internets.  Time to hit the streets. 

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 Lots of sauntering yesterday.  If you feel like reading some of the highlights, you should. 

Pétanque players in Luxembourg Garden talked away, nary a ball was tossed. Saw Saint Sulpice and visited with the Delacroix paintings. Husbandman pondered what Jesus would say about all the churches built in his name if he were to reappear.  Probably he would feel that his message hadn't quite gotten across, but we like these places nonetheless. 

 Cheri Samba made our acquaintance at Musee Maillol.  We couldn't pull the trigger on any of the excellent taxidermy at Deyrole, but the beetles were tempting.  

Back over the river to Tuileries Garden where we nabbed coffees and avoided the rain by sitting under cover in the green chairs along with a slew of French parents watching their French children conquering the playground.  The French children greatly amused Husbandman, but for me the experience felt too much like recess duty.  

We ate a fine dinner at a small place called L'oulette, but discovered  back at the hotel that I had taken someone else's raincoat.  I blame the restaurant people for piling 10 coats on one coat hook jammed between the door and a table of diners.  After some sleuthing, raincoat retrieval took place at Place de Bastille this morning.  The Massachusetts man (initials ZZ) who took my raincoat wasn't overly pleasant, but when forced he did admit that our jackets were similar. 

Slow start this morning, but soon we'll head to the Pompidou.  

C'est tres bon. 

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Yesterday we arrived.  Walked about hither thither and yon.  

 I love walking around the 3rd and 4th Arrondissements. The streets are skinny but busy with small courtyards and gardens tucked away here and there. We walked into the Church of Saint Merri.  Named after Saint Mederic, the patron saint of the right bank. When he was a young monk he ate only bread dipped in barley water twice a week.  Later he went on some pilgrimages and worked miracles along the way.  You can't help but love this guy.

When we were here last, the Stravinsky Fountain was being repaired.  So great to see it spinning and spitting away in its playful cheer.  Fun Fact:  Jean Tinguely also made the Chaos sculpture that lives in Columbus, Indiana. He made kinetic sculptures and was also the first director of the Pompidou Center.  He was married to Niki de Saint Phalle for awhile and she also made cool sculptures and illustrated her own little books. 

In short, we're off to a good start.