SUNRISE AT DEATH VALLEY-Photo by Tom Cochrun

Monday, July 14, 2014

AND WE AVOIDED THE GUILLOTINE

 MADAME DEFARGE WOULD NOT BE PLEASED
   Oh how the queen of revenge would spin if she knew how so many of us choose to celebrate Bastille Day.
    The celebrants above, Larry, Mary Margret, Tom and Lana, cases in point, have reveled in the delights of France and by some force of nature have been drawn to the American Provence'. But there are limits and so in form from which Madame DeFarge and the Jacques' would recoil as decadent, we civilized the process.  After all who wants to toast the Great Terror which followed the storming of the Bastille?  If you are lost I refer you to either Dicken's Tale of Two Cities, or a precursory read of the French Revolution.  
     Being an artful and adventurous crowd we worked our way into the Paso Robles appellation to take up residence at an Olive Farm with true French management.  Loyal they are to their history, Bastille Day was celebrated with a light feast beneath the spreading Oleander blooms and gracious shade of Olive and Mulberry trees. Wine? Yes. And a never ending supply of Pommes Frites, done in olive oil of course.
      Sun kissed, blessed by breeze, beauty and American oenology, Bastille day was recorded as probably Thomas Jefferson would have appreciated.
     And just to show good form, the merry party meandered to a nearby vintner of Cal-Italia wines.  Salute! A votre sante! Cheers.
       After such international merriment a bit of the breeze along the Cambria coast was a sweet tonic. 
       Liberte', égalité, fraternité!  Noble still, though easier in notion than nation. 
       To history, then….
    
      See you down the trail.

4 comments:

  1. You Californios drink a lot, don't you?

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  2. Glad to hear you all avoided the guillotine, unlike the poor inventor (M. Guillotine) who did not.

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  3. TC - A good Scotsman like you should find a way to celebrate the Scottish Enlightenment (the one the worked and resulted in the USA) vs the French Enlightenment (which Bastille Day and what followed proved wasn't so enlightened). The difference, of course, is all that French "egalite" tripe, which the French, Huey Long and modern "liberals" translate as equality at the finish line vs the starting line. Although us stupid Boomers drank this in, along with all things idealistic, our Millennial children figured out after the 3rd 5-year-old soccer game that the coaches were lying when they reported the game ended in an egalitarian tie -- showing a marked preference for justice (fairness in scorekeeping) and, alas, winning. This is likely to save the country ... but, lest we obscure the main point, this is a golden opportunity to create another official reason to drink. ML

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