Yesterday's post made to LJ

Spotted in Latin Quarter, or possibly Hogwarts:

Small raviolis with cream and basilisk.

Today I went to Givery and saw Monet's gardens. Absolutely exquisite. If I lived in Paris I would go every month at different times of day to watch the light and flowers change. The lilies were blooming, white and pink. Tok billions of inadequate photos. It was crowded but didn't seem so; it carried its own serenity.

Little town quite pretty too. Sat on bench by blooming sunflowers and ate baguette with ham and cheese and read bad free Kindle translation of Cyrano de Bergerac. Now even more impressed with Richard Wilbur version. But even clumky translators could not ruin the bit where Christian insults Cyrano with repeated nose references.

Has anyone read that and also Lope de Vega's El Caballero de Olmedo? I thought I saw some similarities in the old school hero and his death by inglorious modernity.

Also reading Les Miseables for first time. Kind of a slog. Possibly bad translation. Briefly came to life with intro of Jean Valjean but now back to endless philosophical musing. At first thought utterly perfect bishop was satire but I guess not.

Posted from Indle. Hope you all appreicate what a pain tht is.