Mark, my American grandfather and Janine, my French grandmother.
New look of the Dining Room
My favorite contemporary play, Waiting for Godot, was playing here in Paris, in its original language, in the town where it was written. This was an opportunity that I absolutely could not miss. I was joined by Denver, a drama connoisseur from UCI. I am in love with just the text of the play, so seeing it live, with superb actors, and a perfectly simple set was uplifting. It is not necessarily a happy play, but it always has an uplifting hope-inducing effect on me. It tells me to break the monotony when life begins to fall into the repetition of everyday life. It helps to remind me of how blessed I am to be living where I am, doing what I’m doing. It speaks to me and tells me to cut my hair in awful ways or play soccer in the park with the street cleaners. Examples:
Bring it on! Sad truth: we lost terribly
