Friday, April 25, 2008

indignation, fashions, spared

Artifact with expression.

One of the pleasures of reading nineteenth century novels is to note, that while human nature remains much the same, fashion can go to the other extreme. In Zola's Une Page d'Amour, a woman asks her neighbour, having just returned from her holidays in Deauville, if she appears brown. The inference is quite clearly that she should have, and has in fact, remained respectably pale.

There is a clap of thunder and huge, dense drops of rain begin to fall. I am unprepared for rain, but fortunately find myself outside a bookshop. Where better to take shelter?
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4 comments:

marja-leena said...

Am loving all the photos you are posting, a rich complement to your writings!

tristan said...

illustrative of the moment when the local anaesthetic wears off before the filling is complete ?

Plutarch said...

Thank you both for your encouragement. I sometimes think it is a bit daft to go about the town photographing old walls and rusting barriers.

Lucy said...

I am going on holiday to Deauville the week after next (well, Honfleur really but near enough), and hope I might come back a little brown!