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Showing posts with label black cat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label black cat. Show all posts
Monday, March 21, 2011
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
When I was hanging my exhibit at the Boston French Library with galerie directrice Noémie...
I had to get under the ladder MANY times to hold the measuring tape straight, while Noémie placed the pictures. This was an anathema to me. I am deeply superstitious from childhood and I have my father to thank for this.I would sooner walk into oncoming traffic than walk under a ladder in the street.
Quite a few of you have suggested I visit Le Pere Lachaise. Wha'? Are you kidding me?
My father instructed us anytime we passed a cemetery, a funeral or a hearse we must all, figuratively so to speak, spit 3 times.
And I do it to this day.
One of you dear PBers even sent me this photo of a black cat in Le Pere Lachaise cemetery!
If my dad saw a black cat crossing the road in front of him...
He would turn the car around. No questions asked.
Whenever the family went off on a trip...
We all had to repeat this travel incantation or my father would not start the car:We're off in a cloud of dust,
In fact we've already left.
I never go to Paris or anywhere without repeating this. Once I tried to explain to a French woman in Provence that we could not go to Cezanne's Mont Sainte Victoire without saying the travel incantation. I tried desperately to translate - I'm sure you can improve upon this.
In fact we've already left.
I never go to Paris or anywhere without repeating this. Once I tried to explain to a French woman in Provence that we could not go to Cezanne's Mont Sainte Victoire without saying the travel incantation. I tried desperately to translate - I'm sure you can improve upon this.
Nous allons depart au nuage de bla bla
En effect nous allons deja depart bla bla...
But there are inconsistencies...ahem
Superstitious as I am, the night of the Boston opening, I broke one of those stick-on cosmetic mirrors. What do I make of that?
And I lived on 13th street for years in the village without a hitch.
And I lived on 13th street for years in the village without a hitch.Very superstitious,
Writing's on the wall,
Very superstitious,
Ladders bout' to fall,
Thirteen month old baby,
Broke the lookin' glass
Seven years of bad luck,
The good things in your past
When you believe in things
That you don't understand,
Then you suffer,
Superstition ain't the way
BONJOUR SUPERSTITION!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Not Parisien, but from Demel, though surely very Parisien in style non?
I have yet to see any Parisien carry around a cat in a bag on the Metro or cats at Laduree. Plenty of dogs but no cats! Have you?
This cat tea pot was in the window of what else? A Paris chocolate shop, Debauve & Gallais, perhaps the oldest chocolate shop in Paris.
A real Parisien chat, sitting outside guarding a shop at the Place du Palais-Royal - a guard cat.
Another "guard" cat spotted and photographed by Keith & Stephanie Carter on rue Bonaparte..
This cat tea pot was in the window of what else? A Paris chocolate shop, Debauve & Gallais, perhaps the oldest chocolate shop in Paris.
A real Parisien chat, sitting outside guarding a shop at the Place du Palais-Royal - a guard cat.Another "guard" cat spotted and photographed by Keith & Stephanie Carter on rue Bonaparte.. 
Keith & Stephanie also sent me this shot of a running Parisien chat at Pere Lachaise. BIG MERCI!
These elegant cats and dogs sit in Laduree's windows. Langues de chat(cat's tongue bisquits) for the cats. What's in the "French" Bulldog box? 
And exactly the right bag to carry them in!
A chocolate "Egyptian" cat at the Paris Salon du Chocolat...
More chocolate cats at the show. Is that a white whale with a volley ball attached?! Anyone have a clue what these cats are up to?
Lastly you have to include un souris (a mouse) from the Salon. Wait this is a famous fat cat created by Belgian artist, Philippe Geluck in collaboration with Chocolat Galler.
BONJOUR LES CHATS PARISIEN!
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