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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.

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.

Go figure...
So are you superstitious?
Do tell all!

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!