When Frenchmen get riled

Petanque is a serious game. And we’re talking deadly serious. If you don’t know the game, well–and may the saints of southern France forgive me for saying so–imagine bocci, only with pastis and lots of Frenchmen. Oh, and death threats. It is,...

Dangleberries

We’re been on “vacation” on the fractionally-less exclusive of Massachusetts’ barrier islands. One might be excused for imagining lazy days whiled away in the sun before cocktails on the lanai, but this is not the case. When the indigent...

Porcelain Berries

I don’t think it’s still there, but a few years ago I complimented the bakers at the Hungry Ghost on a vine growing just outside their door. The berries were in various state of ripeness going from green through yellow to purple and blue. The plant had...

Ice cream man

I read Remembrance of Things Past twenty years ago so don’t actually remember the famous scene in which the narrator bites into a madeleine cake and is transported back to his youth. Your garden variety English nerd will point out (or Wikipedia) that the scene...