18 October 2009

Lille

Bare with me, folks; I am not used to the placement of keys on French keyboards, so my typing speed is frustratingly slow.

I quit my job today! Well, I finally looked up the postal code and mailed my notice, if I haven't already been let go for not taking shifts. Mr Waterhouse, or whatever, had been pestering me for my permission to access my criminal record. Dull as that is, I still didn't agree with it. He gets a postcard instead!









I, meanwhile, am in Lille, which is a wonderful small city near the Belgian border. I went to an amazing contemporary embroidery show at la maison folie wazemme which had some great stuff in it. Political embroidery! Pornographic embroidery!














Sunday I rode to Ypres, in Belgium (I rode to Belgium!) There are Canadian soldiers buried all through the area, and I visited Passendale--maybe now I should watch the movie? It takes being in a place to cultivate interest in me. I'm now constantly on the lookout for books, fact and fact-inspired-fiction, on the Great War. Once I've got that one explored, I'm sure I will be on to WWII.
















I'm off to Vimy Ridge today, and then a paper-art exhibit in La Madeline. I encourage everyone to POST COMMENTS so I know people are reading! And thanks to those who have--I read them, and it is appreciated. I will try to seek out internet cafes more frequently.

Tomorrow: le Chateau de Sacy!

My time is up!

2 comments:

  1. Happy to hear that you and Sabine are well and covering lots of ground together. Continue entering your logs, we all love reading them! I've got your December address down. Hopefully I'll remember to send you something. Have a great day!

    Stanley

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  2. I read! I read! I didn't realize that when I bookmarked your blog it would just go back to that specific page and not update automatically! Anyhoo, I've figured it out and I love your blog and I'm glad you are having a wonderful time. I'm tres jealous or should I say jaloux?!? (as per babelfish...:)

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