Wallpaper and a poem about a dog..

Wallpaper. ' The font ' decides the bedroom needs to be wallpapered. So, armed with nothing more than two photographs of a pattern seen on the bedroom wall of a hotel on the ile de re we head off in search of wallpaper.

It's hot. While 'the font' talks about wallpaper, Angus wanders off in search of a coffee. In the cafe tiramisu cup cakes. Delicious. 

A quick visit to the cathedral to escape the heat. The worlds ugliest building. It's as if someone designed a train terminus and instead decided to use it as a place of worship. Lots and lots of right angles . A sacerdotal Grand Central. There's an organ recital of Gascon folk tunes going on. Twenty or so tourists sitting in the nave. Otherwise deserted. Half an hour of the gascon folk tunes and Angus is ready to rejoin 'the font'. Why is it cathedrals are always cold inside ? Another ten minutes and hypothermia would set in . By the front door three large and very weathered statues from the colonnade. Stern, verging on grumpy, saints.

Ten at night. A wedding procession of sixty or so cars drives through the village, horns blaring. At the front of the procession a car towing a trailer . On the trailer a four poster bed drapped in white. In the bed what are presumably the bride, groom, and a gaggle of bridesmaids. When they hit the speed bump outside the gate the beds inhabitants  are all thrown into the air. Everyone in the procession laughing merrily. Must be a French thing.

Here's a poem about a dog called Arden. It's by a poet called Mark Doty. The second time I've found a poem by him.  Worth reading twice. The first time I thought he was saying the dog didn't want the walk to end. On a second read through a more subtle and beautiful meaning comes smiling through.

www.newcenturyreading.com/2012/07/the-poetry-project-1.html