It looks like rain. I have Claire’s umbrella in my bag, but if it rains like it did yesterday, I will have to move inside. The papers have been prophesying rain for a week now. Claire tells me that when it is warm and humid, people look for clouds above the Vosges Mountains. For days now there have been a whole army of them. They arrived yesterday, to occupy the sky above Strasbourg. Yesterday the air went from quiet to thunderous as we sat the little café by Place Kleber.
I said I would come back, did I not?
It is not supposed to rain until 6 tonight. Yesterday I did not have an umbrella or a jacket with me, so I walked from the party to the tram stop in torrential rain. I have missed this rain. It rained a while back in San Diego. I was away.
This morning I took breakfast with Claire. I have missed long meals, where forks scraping against plates punctuate lively conversation.
Bonjour, to the two men sitting at the table behind me. I can see on my screen’s reflection that they are reading over my shoulder. Ah, they are laughing.
You speak English? A little. Well, I must congratulate you two for you eyesight…the words on the screen are a little far from you.
I see. Non, Vous parlez bien anglais. C’est vrai. C’est vrai.
Anyway, I went to the modern art museum just near Claire’s appartment. I took the long way this time, looping all the way around. It was a morning for walking. Warm, but not too sunny.
I visited the new exhibit, lingering by my favorites in the permanent collection on the first floor. Antibes, Le Soir, by Signac. Der Wald, by Campendonk. Kandinsky. Everything Kandinsky.
Good-bye, Charles, Antoine. It was nice talking to you.
I said I would come back, did I not?
It is not supposed to rain until 6 tonight. Yesterday I did not have an umbrella or a jacket with me, so I walked from the party to the tram stop in torrential rain. I have missed this rain. It rained a while back in San Diego. I was away.
This morning I took breakfast with Claire. I have missed long meals, where forks scraping against plates punctuate lively conversation.
Bonjour, to the two men sitting at the table behind me. I can see on my screen’s reflection that they are reading over my shoulder. Ah, they are laughing.
You speak English? A little. Well, I must congratulate you two for you eyesight…the words on the screen are a little far from you.
I see. Non, Vous parlez bien anglais. C’est vrai. C’est vrai.
Anyway, I went to the modern art museum just near Claire’s appartment. I took the long way this time, looping all the way around. It was a morning for walking. Warm, but not too sunny.
I visited the new exhibit, lingering by my favorites in the permanent collection on the first floor. Antibes, Le Soir, by Signac. Der Wald, by Campendonk. Kandinsky. Everything Kandinsky.
Good-bye, Charles, Antoine. It was nice talking to you.
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