lundi 9 février 2009

Arise, arise, ye subterranean winds

Hurry up, planes, the winds are getting insane!


Both Orly and Roissy Charles de Gaulle airports will be closing at 20:00, because of the upcoming tempest. Paris will become an island on which no ship shall land.



Next the Seine will be coloured in blood and it will rain frogs and locusts.

No movie going then, it's a stay-at-home night. I'm debating with myself whether to watch Dial M for Murder on Paris Première or to start reading Henning Mankell's last novel, Kennedy's brain.

I have vague memories of Dial M and as I really enjoyed watching Shadow of a Doubt that was showed weeks ago this might be a fitting evening for some tense Hitchcock flick .

Hopefully soon, following Ariel, we'll sing along


Dry those eyes which are o'erflowing,
All your storms are overblowing.
While you in this isle are biding,
You shall feast without providing,
Ev'ry dainty you can think of,
Ev'ry wine that you can drink of,
Shall be yours and want shall shun you,
Cere's blessing too is on you.

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