EXCERPT FROM SARA’S JOURNALNovember 11, 1998
Remembrance Day
Cameyrac et St. Sulpice
Our egg yolks are cadmium orange. We are beginning each day with farm
fresh eggs on a toasted baguette.
Publishing the website and surfing has converting us into late
sleepers.
La Musee d’Art Contemporain is closed on Remembrance Day. Rue
Ste. Catherine entertains with its shops and pedestrians. We walk back towards the
Miriadeck District and find the shop I saw on Monday. It is a cluttered
design/paint/craft/paper store run by a disheveled woman in a grubby white smock. I pick
up a thick pad of drawing paper and a medium-round brush. Rich finds some nuts and locking
bolts for Alfi’s loosening bumper.
We take a stroll through the public gardens and watch a puppet show.
The park is packed with children enjoying their day off from school. The sky is glorious,
open like a dome, ultramarine and gusting with cotton clouds. The puppet show audience
basks in the sunshine and converses loudly and happily with the lively papier mache
entertainers.
Rich tightens the bumper bolts. The sky behind M. et Mdme.
Rosaven’s grand maison turns orange and then pink until it fades, and we close up our
shutters.
Tuning the big dial on the Rosaven’s stereo, we find an all-disco
French radio station. It seems that the entertainers in Europe do not write their own
music. They take the chord progressions of popular American hits and re-write the words in
French. The song turns out to be different but with very similar chords and rhythm.
Especially groovy are the R&B songs that are rapped en francais. These French
pop songs are interspersed with new and old American disco. Every once in a while Rich and
I have to get up from behind our respective computers and boogie down in the middle of the
Salon. Tonight we stop everything for Barry White’s Can’t Get Enough Of Your
Love, Baby.
