This is wonderful. It feels playful and funny, yet also sad. What exactly is the price for human connection or pleasure. And sometimes it’s beyond even the reach of money.
A lovely vignette with some light dark humor that made me smile as I read. And, yes, the saint might have preferred the view from the hill. After my sister died, her husband had her interned at a cemetery different from where my mother planned to be buried. I asked him why, and he said she had told him she wanted to be buried there because she liked the view. The cemetery is on a hill and looks out onto the Mohawk River. It is a nice view.
They are also en masse starting about an hour before sunset in the Bois de Boulogne. I'ver never seen silver-haired ones. They have small white vans that are parked on the street while they work and they are partially hidden from gendarme view. One day I was walking home from Parc de Bagatelle in very hot weather, a canicule! I had left PdeB late and passed a number of "girls". One had a large box standing on end covered with a white tablecloth. Sitting on the tablecloth were two bottles of water! I didn't ask if she charged extra.
The fact that he'd take for granted that you were, of course, a regular customer of the trade says something about his character ... or at least the people he hangs with. Gee, all men go to prostitutes, right? Hm.......
Haha le baguette...I nvr could get what little French Paternal side tried to teach me. I'd try to roll some letters all dam day....my tongue just CAN'T. No worries though, I'll chosen my new spoken language. I did caught a break 😉
The beheaded carrying his head for a better view!
What an interesting post!
This is wonderful. It feels playful and funny, yet also sad. What exactly is the price for human connection or pleasure. And sometimes it’s beyond even the reach of money.
A lovely vignette with some light dark humor that made me smile as I read. And, yes, the saint might have preferred the view from the hill. After my sister died, her husband had her interned at a cemetery different from where my mother planned to be buried. I asked him why, and he said she had told him she wanted to be buried there because she liked the view. The cemetery is on a hill and looks out onto the Mohawk River. It is a nice view.
can you recommend a decent review - in your view - of The Oyster Wars .. ? Merci Beaucoup from Toronto eh ! 🦎🏴☠️
I really enjoyed this! Evocative, funny, a great sense of voice and place. I would read more!
Oh, I'm genetically hardwired to fall for wiry trick riders.
They are also en masse starting about an hour before sunset in the Bois de Boulogne. I'ver never seen silver-haired ones. They have small white vans that are parked on the street while they work and they are partially hidden from gendarme view. One day I was walking home from Parc de Bagatelle in very hot weather, a canicule! I had left PdeB late and passed a number of "girls". One had a large box standing on end covered with a white tablecloth. Sitting on the tablecloth were two bottles of water! I didn't ask if she charged extra.
Lovely vignette. When well done like this they are so fun to read. So fun to write too.
I love this. My favorite kind of vignette. With that lovely emotive insightful ending. Thanks so much.
I love the story of Saint Dennis, so unique! Great entry, as always
You had me at the title. What a conversation! I’m kind of curious about their pricing though. Maybe TMI?
had great delight re your backtrail & to The Oyster War.. (misspelled it earlier..)
Be remiss not to ask re your northern borderlands .. anon to canada eh !
Dr Alicia Morton - re Farmed Salmon - Orca - Great Bear ?
The east coast fisheries & .. if I lived another life it would be marine shooter
side hustle as big wave shooter haha.. from jet ski not swimmin !
The fact that he'd take for granted that you were, of course, a regular customer of the trade says something about his character ... or at least the people he hangs with. Gee, all men go to prostitutes, right? Hm.......
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Haha le baguette...I nvr could get what little French Paternal side tried to teach me. I'd try to roll some letters all dam day....my tongue just CAN'T. No worries though, I'll chosen my new spoken language. I did caught a break 😉