It was the best of times, it was the worst of times

I’ve been thinking a lot about Bastille Day lately, perhaps because I’ve been rereading a Tale of Two Cities, which I haven’t cracked since high school. At the time, though, I remember being engrossed with it, though I didn’t expect to be.

Also, Bastille Day approacheth on the 14^th, so close to the US’ own Independence Day and so related to it.

I also like the way it’s pronounced in a beautiful native French accent – “Bastee.”

Claude Monet, Rue Montorgueil, Paris, Festival of 30 June 1878.

Look at this painting, the movement in it. You can almost feel the wind that’s ruffling the flags. Love it.