SAINTES, FRANCE: Knives to tap, bobin and the rain

so many letters that I must write in order to sequence the events that play in my day to day life.

il fait beau. il pleut. il fait beau. il pleut. il fait beau. comme moi. il pleut. comme lui. c'est un bizarre rendez-vous. comme la vie, pendant mes jours maintenant.
c'est tres drole. tout le monde. chaque jour j'ai dit, "Je ne t'oublierai jamais, le France. Jamais."
d'accord. anglais. peut-etre comme ca. . .

cold again.
i woke up uber-early to walk in the rain. from there, i had two options. sleep or write. i wrote. all day long. after writing, i wrote more. then to the river...i ventured, where i was found by a frenchman. the sun was raining at this point. very peculiar. upon our chance meeting, i was entertained by his lack of english and we exchanged words about john wayne and the history of the church we could see in the distance. friendly, he was. sans doute.

so now, again. back to the barracks. what a place this is. france, i mean. a place of wonder and light. a place to create and enjoy what others create. i like waking up to variable weather patterns. a body in the sunlight. a body in the reflection of rain. rain that pounds at the wrists of the window that protects the body. either way, i smile when i get up. that, friends, is a far cry from boredom.

listening to music with a new friend. oysters, avocados, calamari, artichokes and mussels are my new best buds. crazy how that happens.

i can only wish to wake up tomorrow. if i'm in the sunlight or the shade, the rain or the river, the garden or the train, this room or a plane. anywhere, i will have enjoyed saintes thus far.

we have a new formula for tap shoes if anyone is interested. Scotch tape butter knives to the bottom of your flat shoes and bounce around on kitchen tiles...instant TAP SHOES!