The goat party!
(click on the image for larger version, which also contains a few extra, edited here, stray lines—I’m not used to drawing with a ball point pen!)
I have some friends upstate who are goats. I like to feed them from the little candy machine that dispenses goat kibbles for 25 cents a handful. Oh, the congenial welcome! Oh, the little velvet muzzles against my warm palm! Oh, the laughing, coin-slot pupils! Oh, how delicious with carrots and potatoes!
November 18th, 2008 at 10:39 am
You seem to make goat friends everywhere. Remember the one in Provins?
November 20th, 2008 at 11:47 pm
Yes, I remember! I loved that little guy! So cute!
Remember the rose petal ice cream?
November 21st, 2008 at 11:22 pm
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November 23rd, 2008 at 8:25 am
Sure I do!
But the stuff seems hard to get outside of France. But they do sell rose petal jam in the Turkish and Arab shops over here – but I havent’t tried that yet. Said to be sticky-sweet but rather nice.
November 23rd, 2008 at 11:36 am
You’re right, I never saw rose petal ice cream outside of France. I had an ice cream lady at the Jardin du Luxembourg who I used to buy one scoop cones of it from, who always added a little more and a little more until it became an unofficial two scoop cone. I guess she appreciated my loyalty. I’d never buy from her competitor right across the way at the park entrance!
I imagine she’s selling roasted chestnuts now that it’s winter! She used to drink her morning coffee at my café. She was really friendly and chatty, while her husband just read the paper and folded the little paper bags for the chestnuts and never said a word.
I miss those days.
November 25th, 2008 at 8:49 am
I miss those days, too.
But I’m also fully aware of the fact that it wasn’t a great time just because we were in Paris, but because of you and all the others I’ve met there.
So things just wouldn’t be the same if I went back.
November 25th, 2008 at 4:07 pm
Well, I miss them, but I can’t live there anymore and expect to earn a living! That’s for sure!
They were fun days, though! I mean, when I wasn’t being ripped off by old biddies renting me my chambre de bonne for cash….
I really wanted to move to Berlin! But there was no work there either!