Of Wild Boars and Wild Fruits . . .

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I openly admit, I was bad yesterday.
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Instead of going straight to work, on a fine summer Sunday afternoon, as I should have; I took a detour. I drove right by work, and went on down the highway into Paris.
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And in Paris, I indulged myself terribly. I had my camera. I parked the car. The next three hours were spent wandering in the Montmartre Cemetery, where people like Dalida and Zola are buried. (More on that soon.)
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And then, before going back out of Paris, and to work, I walked for half an hour in the streets near the Montmartre Cemetery, in front of the famous Moulin Rouge, and so forth. (See the windmill blades in the first photo here? That's the Moulin Rouge... "moulin", if you recall, is "mill", or "windmill" in French.)
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I also learned yesterday, that even in Paris one must be careful, because as is the case in many rural areas in France, there are wild boars loose. They can be dangerous if you bother them. They have sharp tusks. They make unintelligible grunting and squealing noises. Some of them have four legs.
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But, what I really wanted to share with you here, because that is what blogging is all about, sharing, was the fruit shop I stumbled on.
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Oh, those curvacious bananas ! Beautifully firm looking pineapples, and succulent grapes overflowing their crates like something from a Roman empire mosaic . . . Ripe strawberries and tangerines. Visions of watermelon juices running down my chin !
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And in case the weather gets too hot, thank goodness for the ice cream cooler there !
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PS . . . So imagine my amusement when just before I started composing this post, I read a response to a comment I had left last night over at the inimitable Lynne Louciao's Décolleté Glimpses. This is what Lynne had to say (!) :
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"Owen,
I've figured out why your straightjackets are so popular. It's because they're French straightjackets. All those peek-a-boo holes and black lace and velvet straps. Ooh-la-la. And the pair of attached fish net stockings make them look just that much naughtier. Just that much. Just enough to bamboozle the lunatic hordes into ordering more, more, ever more. Yes, the vision came to me as I was sitting here all bleary eyed and milk-of-amnesiaed, wafting about in this arty-farty existensial creative angst of the post-midnight hour. Seeing multiple comments by my imaginary brother floating before the burned out sockets of my zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"
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Thanks for that Lynne ! ! ! You made my day ! ! ! I swear, you should open up a mind-reading shop !
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