Monday, August 19, 2024

Bales, passion and herbs.

1. Between songs, someone gets up and our friend pats the space next to her. I take the spot, enjoying the smell of hay, as well as the music and the company.

2. We arrive towards the end of the market, and the rum distiller has a very tired face -- but he still summons all of his enthusiasm and passion to tell us why his local product (made with smoky woodchips, with all the sugar turned to alcohol) is better than the alternatives we could buy in the supermarket.

3. With a large knife, chopping herbs from the garden into damp green fragments.

Rind, clink and treat.

1. Loving the green on green stripes of the watermelon rind. 2. As I go up the stairs, I can hear from his room the clinking of a spoon in a...