Saturday was spent with friends, painting the town red. First there was the antiques market, followed by the farmers' market (at Place des Rohans); then there was a football/soccer match on the strange and ever-barren Rohan terrace; then a late lunch at a terrible crèpe restaurant (though the children spent most of the time on the empty terrace, continuing the match with whichever stray adult they could wrangle into playing); and a long, leisurely walk home. During the homeward march, Leo and Tomi sat down to do some people watching. You can see their reaction to the return of the early 80s below...
Sunday was spent (by me) mostly painting and (by the males of the household) mostly playing ball outside. It was a grey day, a heavy day, one of those days that require the lights to be kept on for their entire length. I don't mind days like that one from time to time, except that in Alsace, the first one may actually mean the beginning of five months of them. We shall see...
Christmas is coming, by the way. And with it: the Christkindelsmärik, mulled wine, red cheeks and all the rest of it. Which reminds me... that Advent calendar still has yet to be begun. Though I did bring out the fabric and look at it this week...
This is a picture of the Xmas market huts going up and of the boys in front of the Ennen Haus. Because (and speaking of Xmas) one of its floors was occupied by their Aunt Ellen and their grandparents last Xmas, and the boys've never forgotten this fact. Weeks after the festivities had passed and its occupants had returned to their real homes, we were passsing this building after a grocery shopping expedition, and Leo pointed and piped up: "ENNEN! HAUS!" and ran over to try to pull the door open. They yell this every time we go by, now, and every once in a while (like this last time) they try again to pull the doors open. Ach!
And now! Could somebody please help me? I've been looking for the name of this flower for months, now. Does anybody know what this flower is called?
