Tim had a rather surreal ending to his day yesterday:
They bussed the groups to the cave of Champagne, made from Roman chalk caves.
100 feet under ground they toured the champagne making process and then had a 6 course feast in the hall of Bacchus, still underground.
He said he never thought that he would have that experience.
In Paris, he just entered the Louvre through the IM Pei pyramid, he said it is pouring down rain and he cut in line because he was not going to stand outside in that mess.No wonder Americans are not liked.
He is going to try the one and a half hour self-guided masterpiece tour.
He is staying at the quaint little Emeraude Hotel Louvre Montana tonight, and getting up early for his flight home tomorrow.
He is going to try the one and a half hour self-guided masterpiece tour.
He is staying at the quaint little Emeraude Hotel Louvre Montana tonight, and getting up early for his flight home tomorrow.
After hanging out for a while in the Cafe de Philosophers, that is.
Lynne
9 comments:
Cafe de Philosophers, Hall of Bacchus ... does this man have no shame... a poet no less. Let an American put on a Beret and suddenly he is Charles Baudalaire.
Alvira Woodcock
Curator of the Baking Soda Museum
Bath, England
I think your'e wrong Alvira. I think this roving poet Tim has started to unwind on this sojurn of his. Examine the photos of the beginning of the trip where this Tim stood with his arms crossed and a semi-permanent scowlon his face and then this last photo of him bounding down the street with a beret on his head and an "imaged" t-shirt and finished off with a leather jacket. Either he has been transformed or the wine was just that good. Also, I think the quality of the photos is very fine... I wonder if we will ever hear from this fellow again.
Phineas Woodcock III
Oh no Phinneas, I am quite sure this Tim the Poet is an example of a dangerous transformation of the spirit. You wouldn't see this happening at the Baking Soda Museum that's for sure. And if you look closely you'll see a reference to Rimbaud on the latest picture... to connect yourself with rimbaud the gun smuggler is to assasinate your character.
Alvira you know who
What does it take to get a response from this Tim the poet? It seems our family has been talking and talking and not a word from Tim the Poet. He probably is recovering from that night on the drunken boat.
Mrs. P. J. Woodcock Sr
"Jadis, si je me souviens bien, ma vie était un festin où s'ouvraient tous les cœurs, où tous les vins coulaient."
i crumbled at the louvre and struck a marble roman as the details of a trillion lives swarmed over me causing advanced paranoia . . . i remembered that the same thing had happened to Siddhartha when the trillion faces from the river drowned him . . . i only recovered by dreaming of floating peacefully in vats upon vats of milky white baking soda . . .
You see... baking soda is a cure for everything... even paranoia.
Alvira Woodcock
Curator of the Baking Soda Museum
Bath, England
Great photographs
charles
Tim, it was more fun for me when you were sending photos and updates from your trip. Please start sending photos and updates from your days around the house. I'm sure you are tackling great euclidian problems while laying on the couch scratching your head.
Your Pal from back in the day,
JP Woodcock
Charles - that is very kind of you to say and I will do my best!
Tim
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