Reparations, Or, Why I Don’t Care Anymore

California is talking about reparations for the decendants of slaves. At a community forum discussing the matter, officials were informed that no amount of money would ever be enough. The race hustlers are going to keep hustling forever, and it will never end. So, if reparations will not bring about peace, then why bother? I … Continue reading Reparations, Or, Why I Don’t Care Anymore

Mis En Seine

My kind  husband woke me at 7 this morning —with coffee!—so I could see our departure from Rouen.  It was pitch dark then; now I’m sitting by our picture window at the stern, watching the heavily wooded banks of the Seine, their white limestone cliffs,  slide by as we head for Les Andelys.(The limestone is … Continue reading Mis En Seine

Caux Conspirators

Caux  (kō, as you know)  is what this region of Normandy is called. We’re in a town called Caudebec, only has about 2500 people, but lots of festively decorated shops and a splendid  Gothic church , which miraculously was spared the German bombs—even its oldest stained glass, which fortunately had been shipped off to Provence … Continue reading Caux Conspirators

Love of Monet

Thick fog on the Seine  last night: twice when I woke it was like being in a plane, I couldn’t see anything outside our windows.  When we woke up we were docked at Vernon.  This town is across the river from Giverny. Monet couldn’t afford the rent in Vernon so he stayed over there. Look … Continue reading Love of Monet

French Letter

We arrived yesterday and all we managed to do was stroll up to the Eiffel Tower.  We were docked very close to it.  You now have to go thru, like, airport security before you can enter the immediate environs, although it’s difficult to imagine what you could bring in on your person that could damage the … Continue reading French Letter