Vive la France

So today was my day off as it is Bastille Day or (Freedom from Tyranny Day) here in Paris, and the rest of France. I was over by the Bastille or its footprint a couple of weeks ago after I bought my bicyclette, and happened upon a communist march/demonstration. It is kind of amazing how little we actually know as a general public in the U.S. about the communist movement here in France. It is just a form of Socialism, plus a little unfairness for those of us who like to work. . . Anyway. I digress.
I was woken up by what seemed to be the invasion. There must have been a series of 10 flybys ended by a put puttering by plane. Quite amazing. I didn't see it but it shook my tiny palace, and the putterer, whatever it was, sounded so tiny. To think that it used to be the height of technology.

After my alarm clock ended (see above) I got dressed and went over to the market to pick up some food for the day. I have gotten into the habit of shopping everyday, a la français.  As soon as I stepped foot in my doorway the deluge. It poured poured poured, a lot like it did a few weeks ago, at least this time I wasn't caught in it. Ahh well I think the rains in Spain seem to fall mostly on the plains of Paris.