A new month. The sky cleared and sun flooded the garden all day.
Love it.
All dark out there now. Love it, too.
Meanwhile, caught up in French politics, which is on everyone’s mind here, even if it’s one of the three subjects people say are not to be discussed at a dinner party (the other two being sex and money). Today was the battle of the May Day marches: who had the biggest? who had the most? who was loudest, longest? who « won » the numbers game?
Everyone has an idea, an opinion, and they’re all making them known tonight. It’s a world of counters and calculation.
I’m with Victor Hugo: « Tout nombre est zéro devant l’infini. » (Every number is zero before infinity.)