Le quatorze juillet, Bastille Day. Loving McCullough’s history of Americans in 19th Century Paris. That was my favorite period of French lit, read all the locals of the day in their native Francais. Of course I’m convinced I lived there then in a former life. Knew Baudelaire, Mallarme, Hugo, Flaubert, Henri Beyle (Stendhal). Aurore Dupin was me. Have you seen a photo of George Sand? CalAurore lives.

CandyPantsRant: Let’s ban bad parents who can’t control their kids from all restaurants, airplanes. And all rude adults who yap on cell phones, too.

3 thoughts on “FranSay

  1. Thanks for reminding me that it is Bastille Day. My mother was part
    French (Canadian I assume.) and she always went around the house humming the Marsierre (please correct my spelling0 on this day!


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