Well, I’m not invited but mama and papa are going out to the opening of the yearly Antiquaires (Antiques market) that a friend of mama’s organizes and mama has made a lasagne for some of the vendors because they all eat together for lunch and some of the attendees bring in things for them to munch upon during their workday because the kitchen is really small and for a place as big as it is, there’s very little room to eat unless you go outside!
The Antiquaire is held in the lovely old chateau that graces our little village and each room, even the dungeon, is the background for displaying antique things—furniture, glassware, soldier stuff, pens, postcards, paintings, you name it. So it is quite interesting to wander around the huge vaulted rooms and see all the views of the village and sea and catalan boats from the many rooms, some like an eagle’s aerie from which one can imagine flying up the coastline to Marseille and then around and down to the boot of Italy.
Of course, I can’t fly, but I do think about it, just as I often think about the moon.
Tonight the autumn sky is a deep blue and mama let me out to see the new moon so I wouldn’t see it through the French door or a window, because if you see the new moon through glass, that’s bad luck. When mama or papa sees the new moon that way, they have to do a magic thing, which is to turn each other, depending on who saw it the wrong way, around three times and then the other way three times and then the spell is broken and luck returns. Whew!
Haha, they aren’t superstitious or anything, haha, and papa tells the story of a really nice man who worked for papa’s ex-father-in-law long ago whose friends came over to hang out one evening and all the friends were talking about werewolves, and papa’s father-in-law’s worker who thought of himself as much more sophisticated than his buddies said, “Oh, you guys, you know there is no such things as werewolves, and EVEN if you saw one, to be safe, all you’d have to do is climb a ladder!”
Welll, I laughed and laughed at that tale, because it was so charming and because everyone knows that if you see a werewolf coming, you climb a TREE. Boy, some people just don’t know what’s what.
I climbed on this chair instead. And that werewolf know he can’t get me here!
I bet you look even more beautiful by moonlight Loulou.
But you don’t need moonlight to be wiser than anyone about werewolves!
Luff
Mungo
Hey, you and I could take on a werewolf or two with our paws tied behind our backs, right?