Lift Off!

Thanks to Stefano from Brazil, the photographer.

Reims/Champagne Caves

A few photos from a daytrip with my cousin to Reims, France, where champagne is produced. Did you know that champagne caves were started by the Romans in the 4th century? Look at the pyramid shape of the roof.

Paris

When he arrived at the restaurant, Adrianne ordered a ham sandwich.

Cataphonics are sentenced structured in a way that the reference, he, is placed before the pronoun or subject, Adrianne. Never gave that much thought? Meet Christina (picture in series), who is writing an entire PHD thesis on the matter. Our conversation, and struggling through Bolano's 2666, has me convinced that one of the consistent qualities of well written literature is the constant challenge, and suspense, albeit as briefly as the ten words within a sentence that divide the reference and subject, that writers can engineer without losing clarity.

I'll leave you with a sampling of the food offerings pets have in Paris:

Brouchy/Muille Villette

A bit of catching up, so photos will have to fill in more of the gaps.

Bonjour

France welcomed me with crisp, clear air and cool breezes ripe for long walks through the farms and towns near my aunt and uncles farm. Wheat season just passed, and the countryside is dotted with stacks of haybails on fallow, dry earth and I thought of a place I have been once, but before my critical eye, whose memory is now shaped by articles I have read and seen in pictures in architecture and art magazines, but not from my memory, except that fanciful restaurant with the two hour wait with a movie about radio flyers and children playing on the tv next to the fireplace whith indoor smoke, which was allowed then, where I ate broccoli soup and old world ambience. The Magnum restaurant, which may or may not be its real name but the name I remember, in or near Marfa, which is home to the Donald Judd cubes. Except I did not take pictures of the stacks or their shadows, but of the fields and the spaces and the buildings I stumbled on which housed Napolean Bonaparte as a prisoner once, and the park with the fisherman or the girl listening wontonly on the rusty park bridge to the trebly music with simple 4/4s, catchy music of course, from her phone.