Night One-Hundred and Fifty-Two

saturday morning still life


espresso, Paris Match, Friday night detritus

Night Forty-Four

Oui, nous pouvons

We came home today to a sign posted on every floor of the dorm saying that the water was going to be turned off. As we’re on the 5th floor, I had already read it four times by the time I got to our door, and I almost didn’t notice the extra note on the bottom of ours. It made me so happy, and I wanted to share:



P.S. For those of you who are trying to parse the French – yes, it makes no sense. It says the water will be turned of for 24 hours, then it says from 1:30 Friday to 7:00 Saturday, then Saturday is crossed out. So, we really had no idea how long the water would be off for. Luckily, it came back on last night.

P.P.S. to Dr. Gaster: Hey, somebody finally spelled it right!

Before I get to Italy

Here's this:



It's just an ordinary, quiet morning here in Manosque. And I'm sitting in the cafe weeping over photos of people parading in the street in Seattle. I wish I were there.

In case you need another reason to love Barack

This is not Italy related at all, but I keep forgetting to post it. I showed my students a video of Barack Obama speaking (in New Hampshire in January) and they had to see how much of it they understood. After it was over, they were all happy, saying "Oh, we love him! We LOVE him!" I was like "Hey, that's great! Why do you love him so much?" They said "Well, for an American, he speaks very slowly."

Home (to France, that is) in two days...