Three Men In A Tub . . .

While strolling in the town of Rue this past weekend, I was clicking away with the camera, which is a madness that sometimes overcomes me, but it wasn't until I saw three pictures lined up next to each other while editing the weekend's work that it clicked with me that something mildly amusing had happened. Well, amusing to this easily amused individual . . .
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Perhaps you will recall the old nursery rhyme which goes something to the effect of :
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Rub-a-dub-dub
Three men in a tub,
And who do you think they be?
The butcher, the baker,
The candlestick maker,
They all jumped out of a rotten potato!
Turn 'em out knaves all three.
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This first shot is of the World War One memorial in Rue, with a fallen soldier looking up to an angel come to bear him away I suppose. In the background above the striped awning you can read the word "Boucherie", or butcher shop. In French, World War One is sometimes referred to as having been "une vraie boucherie" . . . or a real butcher shop of a war. Although nearly all towns in France have war memorials like this one, I'd never seen a butcher shop immediately adjacent to one, providing such a juxtaposition of images. . .
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Just a very short distance up the street was this bakery, with a friendly baker out in front hawking his wares . . .

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And just a little further along was a church where candles were burning, lit by faithful folks in memory of departed souls . . . so you can understand why the nursery rhyme about the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick maker came to mind when by chance these three photos lined up . . .

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In the wood box on the wall where candles waiting to be lit were stored, it was rather obvious that some irreverent person had lit a few candles and left them there in the box to burn, badly scorching the wood, but fortunately not doing any worse damage . . .

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