On the bbc podcast series “in our time”, which is fascinating, on an episode about Durer, they suggested that he never saw the rhino but drew it from descriptions.
I think "if" means "yew". You probably know the background of Long Day's Journey Into Night--that Eugene O'Neill's dad bought the American rights to the play version of Count of Monte Cristo, and just hacked it out barnstorming for the next twenty years as Edmund Dantes--and that's how O'Neill's family got toxic. I'm glad it has a lively tourist trade, that isle of the damned.
I loved Marseille when I was there in 1990, haven't been back since. I was hiking around trying to get a good look at the lighthouse, and I saw an old Frenchman feeding the feral cats--and I've never been able to figure out if he told me to keep an eye out for voleurs or if he said I looked like one, because I was dressed in black. I LOVED the art museum in Marseille, which had these terrific wooden heads of the Chamber of Deputies that Daumier had carved; each one embodied some deadly sin. And it was chilling to see the Foreign Legion HQ right next to the old harbor.
I was staying in Avignon and took the train back; on the way some kids were asking me where I was from, so I told them. "What does California look like?" And I'm looking at the rural south of France and I had to tell them "Like this."
There is a very decent version of THE COUNT OF MONTE CHRISTO on PBS Masterpiece right now !!
On the bbc podcast series “in our time”, which is fascinating, on an episode about Durer, they suggested that he never saw the rhino but drew it from descriptions.
Gina, I was throughly entertained by this piece. Keep it up.
I think "if" means "yew". You probably know the background of Long Day's Journey Into Night--that Eugene O'Neill's dad bought the American rights to the play version of Count of Monte Cristo, and just hacked it out barnstorming for the next twenty years as Edmund Dantes--and that's how O'Neill's family got toxic. I'm glad it has a lively tourist trade, that isle of the damned.
I loved Marseille when I was there in 1990, haven't been back since. I was hiking around trying to get a good look at the lighthouse, and I saw an old Frenchman feeding the feral cats--and I've never been able to figure out if he told me to keep an eye out for voleurs or if he said I looked like one, because I was dressed in black. I LOVED the art museum in Marseille, which had these terrific wooden heads of the Chamber of Deputies that Daumier had carved; each one embodied some deadly sin. And it was chilling to see the Foreign Legion HQ right next to the old harbor.
I was staying in Avignon and took the train back; on the way some kids were asking me where I was from, so I told them. "What does California look like?" And I'm looking at the rural south of France and I had to tell them "Like this."
I hate travel but that did make me want to see Marseille.
Fascinating, Gina! I've longed to visit Marseille. Now I want to read the Count of Monte Cristo. Thanks for your dispatches from the road! x