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 14th, 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.
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You can also see Monet’s, La Rue Saint-Denis in Rouen, a real pleasure for the eyes