Voting adventures

News firehouse vote

As I looped by the firehouse early this morning, I saw this news crew (well, two men) setting up for (I assume) a live-shot. The other guy was moving the “Vote Here ➔” sign to a…better location for the camera angle. I didn’t know this is a voting location….

Chair planter

Later, when walked to our polling place, I found this planter-chair. Viny. Or ivy-y.

Lizard art

More art just up the block: a wire-frame lizard, with an errant earring in its mouth. On the roof of a non-bird house.

Leaf-counting games

Leaves three kudzu

I just want to note that “leaves of three” sometimes is kudzu (say: kooood-zoooo), which causes no dermatological upset (that I am aware of).

Lasagne layers

Speaking (writing?) of leaves, this is my invented spinach lasagne with bison meat-sauce, and cheese. Made a small container of a non-spinach version for the Vitamin-K-sensitive among us.

Great sky

Mirror helmet

Not sure why the rider would choose a mirror helmet, but it is fun for those in the vehicle behind waiting for the light to change.

Undersized lighting fixture

I liked the lines of this building, but thought the columns a bit small in diameter, and the lighting fixture a bit…light for the overall aesthetics. Maybe that’s me, however….


Truck twoshovels

That’s a pairing I expect: shovels and water cooler. Despite the hand-tools, a backhoe (and its driver) were doing the work, and the guy with this truck was sitting in the right seat fondling his phone.

Late dogwood

Those pointy-petaled dogwoods are out; the usual ones are long-gone.

Pretty purple ish

And this is a bonus pretty….

Reverse order

Unicorn pegasus

…the unicorn (Einhorn) and Pegasus…. (Giddy-up.)

Treehouse not

A treehouse…but not the traditional combo. And maybe not really a house.


And…Tractorman! Whatta find in about 15 minutes of Rural Road travel.

Floor mites

Park watertap

I mis-heard a phrase as “floor mites.” I’m told it was “phone lines.” More cocktails, please.

Oh, and the image above? Semi-generic Parisian park-water-“pump” from “last week.” Nothing to do with mites.

Long tail…with spurs!

Monumental sculpture

Sometimes you need to go big. Sometimes it’s boasting, however. Good luck distinguishing the two. Especially in the moment….

Paris. Not long ago. That statue’s not in my neighborhood.


Thatched home

One image I didn’t give you from our England visit is of a thatched-roofed building. This one is neither a remarkable structure nor unusual thatch. Seems like many of the still-thatched buildings are right next to the road, suggesting they are old country routes…. Quite a chimney on this one, no? Note, too, the use of dense hedges as visual barriers….

Chaucer sleeping ca1864

This is not church-glass, but ca. 1864 by a Neo-Gothic arts-and-crafts artist, a small piece we saw at the Musée National du Moyen Âge, titled “Chaucer asleep.” The designer was Sir Edward Coley Burne-Jones, and it was made by William Morris‘s decorative arts guild, which had six partners including Burne-Jones (photo of both men in 1874 here). They founded the group in 1861, and this piece was made just before their firm garnered a lot of business. In the 1850s, Burne-Jones was enamored of Canterbury Tales, so his choice of Chaucer before his design was in service of clients makes sense.

What I especially liked is all the plant-detail—in the meadow with the sleeping figure, against the fence, and glimpsed through openings in the wall. I like the angel holding the solar timepiece, left, and the poppies(?) by the fence. Interesting that the cloak is green, but not the plants…. I also like that his foot pokes gently out of what is otherwise the boundary of the rectangular piece, and into the framing area. BTW, the words are “Imago Chaucer Poetae.”

What’s next?

Teensy dishwasher

This is the smallest dishwasher I remember seeing (largest interior dimension maybe 1ft). We did not use it.


I learned another new French word: Bronzage. It does not mean Bronze Age, but bronzed/bronzing, as in changing the color of your skin (as in tanning place).

Paris gambling

We took the bus and not the train to the airport, which we had not done before. Thus, we saw neighborhoods we’d only tunneled beneath before. Gambling anyone?

Paris air view

We had a pretty darned good view of Paris as we climbed away from the earth. That’s the Eiffel Tower “above” and back from the oblique white “doughnut” stadium in the right half of the photo. You can see the Seine next to it….

Inflight goodies

Wonder of wonders, the flight was not full (not at all), and the flight attendants were a bit giddy (or maybe not), offering two bottles of bourbon when I asked for liquor. Why not?

We are home safely and all is well. What’s next, you may ask…laundry, I’d say, being prosaic…but not until tomorrow….

Ups and downs, with laterals

North n uphill

Once completely coffee-d, we headed uphill on foot. Uphill from here means north and toward Montmartre. The buildings obscured the tall dome of Sacré-Cœur until we were half-way there (horizontally—we’d already gained maybe ten flights). Here’s looking back along a side street off Pigalle.

Road dropping off

Farther uphill; look how the road heads toward airborne obscurity.

Valley below

Now we’re up so high the roofs and walls below are mosaic of greyish shapes.

Sparkling church trash

We wound through the Place—should be the Place des peintres et des taxis. We avoided the taxis and bought no art en route to the small church up here, Église Saint-Pierre de Montmartre. This church is the oldest in Paris, and is said to be atop the ruins of a Roman temple to Mars—hence the name Montmartre, now corrupted to refer to a martyrdom. The church pertained to a Benedictine abbey—long gone. I loved the glittery stars and other shapes between the paving stones in front of the church.

Saint Pierre front

It’s a modest church, with the usual accouterments. For the big candles, with glass surrounds and images of the Madonna, the requested donation was €10…for simple tea lights it was €3. Pricey up here closer to the deity.

Saint Pierre altar side

Illustration in glass and metal on one side of the chunky altar.

Saint Pierre right chapel ceiling

Side chapel ceiling and upper walls.

Montmartre view south

Yes, we did wind around to prepare to descend the front garden-and-staircases…whatta view!

SacreCoeur from below

And look back up at Sacré-Cœur. Iconic.

Busy roadies

Down the way, loving the descent, we stopped to eat in a simple brasserie at about the same elevation as the Moulin Rouge. Our table was in the window, and we watched pedestrians, the usual. Then these roadies pushed this heavy trailer uphill (the truck that brought it and other gear was parked below, around the corner and out of sight) and jockeyed it into a parking spot (or what became a parking spot) in front of the venue. They earned their wages for the unloading and man-handling; there were at least seven of them pushing—it was heavy and gravity was not in their favor.

Lien display

On a lark, we headed out northeast, but still well within metro Paris, to a design school to see a free exhibition. The billing was that it was recent student work. I saw dates like 2005 and 2010 and 2008, so maybe not so recent after all…although these forms were kinda cute.

Club med emergency stair

Around the corner but still in the complex, we found a park to sit in and gather our thoughts. I felt compelled by this emergency staircase, black metal against a stone wall…the building housing a Club Med, no lie.

Galleria LaFayette dome balconies

Back in our neighborhood, we’ve been walking around the Galleries Lafayette Haussmann. Apparently there are other Galleries Lafayette. This one is the flagship; it was darned busy, and especially caters to Chinese shoppers. The dome is an elegant show stopper, with tier after tier of balconies leading the eye to the dome-center (completed in 1912). We only wound our way through the choked aisles of the basement and main floor…trying to escape.