Me too! Just in the early part of the summer, I had the task of finding a baseball game. I started out in the wrong place and arrived on a boulevard I've motored up and down a hundred times. A glorious day and around the corner I jaunted, only to see the most charming old watermill. There was a bench, and an occupant, so I asked if they minded and didn't much wait for the answer, to sit and admire this ancient industrial wheel.
"Is this not glorious - I always drive this road and never saw this before."
"Oui, il est bien beau."
"Do you live nearby?"
"Oui, juste en face, encore quelques petites rues."
"Great day to be out admiring the locality, n'est-ce pas?"
"En effet, mais, dans mon cas, c'est mon mari qui m'a virée. On s'est disputé. Une bagarre."
As the "stranger" in this locality (I live 25 km away from the spot) and, even in my advancing age, recognisably the junior of the two of us, this was a point at which I felt a token sympathy was meet and right, but embracing the lady was beyond the call of any duty that might have dictated otherwise.
"Oh, lucky you! But for that, you'd not be here to admire this beautiful watermill in my company, and such a convenient conversation partner, too. You must thank your dear husband from me."
A smile.
"Is he really that sour? Are you stuck here all afternoon?"
"Non, non, je suis à mon aise. Je vais retourner.... dans une heure."
"If you're interested, I'm going to watch a baseball game."
"Ah oui. Dans le parc ? Non, merci."
She didn't look the type to root, root, root for the home team.
Can't really have been much of a row, if a diamond of basesball couldn't tempt her from the old ogre.
"Bon après-midi, alors, et à la prochaine !" I bid her as I embarked on the longest path ever to be described around a park without ever entering it.
" The History of the Human Derierre & Its Reliance On Unimpeded Surfaces " - that would make a very interesting coffee table book.
Sounds like a challenge lol!
some of the best, seamless conversations I have had with strangers has been on benches.
cherished memories were woken your beautiful photos. thank you, again.
p.s. and the reliance of my derriere is endless when engaged in curious wonder :)
I can communicate pretty well during a poker game. So much for keeping a poker - face.
Me too! Just in the early part of the summer, I had the task of finding a baseball game. I started out in the wrong place and arrived on a boulevard I've motored up and down a hundred times. A glorious day and around the corner I jaunted, only to see the most charming old watermill. There was a bench, and an occupant, so I asked if they minded and didn't much wait for the answer, to sit and admire this ancient industrial wheel.
"Is this not glorious - I always drive this road and never saw this before."
"Oui, il est bien beau."
"Do you live nearby?"
"Oui, juste en face, encore quelques petites rues."
"Great day to be out admiring the locality, n'est-ce pas?"
"En effet, mais, dans mon cas, c'est mon mari qui m'a virée. On s'est disputé. Une bagarre."
As the "stranger" in this locality (I live 25 km away from the spot) and, even in my advancing age, recognisably the junior of the two of us, this was a point at which I felt a token sympathy was meet and right, but embracing the lady was beyond the call of any duty that might have dictated otherwise.
"Oh, lucky you! But for that, you'd not be here to admire this beautiful watermill in my company, and such a convenient conversation partner, too. You must thank your dear husband from me."
A smile.
"Is he really that sour? Are you stuck here all afternoon?"
"Non, non, je suis à mon aise. Je vais retourner.... dans une heure."
"If you're interested, I'm going to watch a baseball game."
"Ah oui. Dans le parc ? Non, merci."
She didn't look the type to root, root, root for the home team.
Can't really have been much of a row, if a diamond of basesball couldn't tempt her from the old ogre.
"Bon après-midi, alors, et à la prochaine !" I bid her as I embarked on the longest path ever to be described around a park without ever entering it.
I wonder if there'll be one. A next time.