Back to Clermont, back to work, for several weeks now. Just waiting for tourist season to die down before going on any more trips beyond a day-trip from home. I tried to go out hiking with M a couple weekends ago, maybe score some wild blueberries somewhere. Alas, the weather was like this, so we turned around and played bridge instead
That’s the solution. Neither Clinton, nor Trump, but some
other candidate. Someone who really has the best interests of the country at
heart, who has solid and realistic plans for the economy, and who has a clue as
to bringing about world peace without sacrificing freedom.
Yeah, seriously, I’d look at other candidates if they and
their party would only show that they can indeed govern. But while there might
be some Green mayors, and some Independents in various local or even state
legislatures, it’s small beans.
If you want to be in government, Small Party People, you can’t
start at the top. You’ve got to convince us with mayors who get things done,
with Governers who get things done, with Senators and Representatives who get
things done. Where are they ? A smattering, a start. That much rain doesn’t
water my tomatos.
A president from the same party as 45% of Congress has a
hard fight to pass even the most moderate measures. Imagine having no
congressional support at all. So No, I’m not voting third party this year.
There's this one line of high tension lines that has a stork nest on Every Single One, for a couple of miles, somewhere south of Rochefort, on the road from Marennes. After the first few nests, the local government decided to equipe the centers of the pylons with platforms, to encourage the storks to nest there. Some of them still nest at the edges anyway.
La Rochelle. Great little port, with tides of more than 6 feet. At low tide the last rows of boats are aground in the mud, and we saw lots of good-sized fish swimming around the inevitable debris down there. Then the water came in and made everything pretty. Magic!
Lighthouses solidly on the mainland, not on precarious islands or even outlying points of land.
Hey, the People who put Rocks on Top of Other Rocks were here!
There he is, the Card Player, awaiting his delicious lunch of local micro-brew, a complicated savory crepe involving potatos and ham, and for dessert a crepe with salted caramel on it. Mmmm. At the Bigoudène - I knew it was a good idea to keep strolling until I found the restaurant with the little something extra.
After lunch, a bit of window shopping, then a trip on the boatbus out to the really really really huge port. Well, for France. San Diego's is larger, but in a town of 100 times more people.