Brattleboro Adventure – the Auckland Edition
In which we find ourselves in another part of the world
You see, it’s called the Backside Café because it faces into the alley, instead of out to the street. They have good omelettes and a surprisingly good bar for a breakfast and lunch place, although the service is slow. Apparently, the space is also available for special events.
The gentlemen on the venue committee get a gold star for their work this month.
Went to yoga today for the first time in a long time. Practiced Downward OW! and OhMyGodAsana.
Becoming Van Gogh
Tonight we went to Hooker Dunham theater to see our neighbor Charles in his one-man show, Becoming Van Gogh.
Mostly comprised of Van Gogh’s own words, the play tries to get past all the stories and show us who Van Gogh really was.
Even a small production like this is a monumental amount of work, not to mention bravery, and we admire Charles greatly for putting himself out there.
May I take your picture?
Poirot’s Buick
Fall has just about fallen.
Well, there’s your problem
I’m not sure how many tens of thousands of dollars brattleb spent to install these new traffic signals about three years ago, but they’ve never worked quite right. It turns out that the little wires have to stay twisted together… Who knew?
This was the scene in Brattleboro today… the midterm election was almost completely uncontested in Vermont, so even after I exhorted them to look eager and enthusiastic this was the best that the AM volunteer shift could come up with.
Painting progress on the High St. house
Back in Brattleboro, which was the setting for one of my favorite books as a child: The Wind in the Mums.
God save the beer
We really liked Dutch pubs, also, because they seemed to have most of the warmth of their English cousins, but without the closed-in darkness.
Here’s a very pretty cappuccino, all the more remarkable since it was served in a place called “Beertown.” We thought Dutch coffee was really good, espresso strength, but in a larger cup than the tiny little thimbles you get in France.
Yes, see, you see how heavy it is? I have been holding it like this for hundreds of years. With only one hand! Of course I have complained to the union, but nothing seems to change.
Brattleboro Adventure – the Auckland Edition 