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Who was Cassandra?


  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.

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November 19, 2013

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Lovely! It's been far too long (four years? five?) since I visited Montreal, and you're making me wish I could be there now. . .(and I remember my own moment of making that connection between "grenade" and "grenadine" . . . a-ha!)

Wonderful! I was going to comment yesterday but was viewing on my phone - too hard. Just as well I waited to Part 2. I just had dinner, yet these photos make me hungry all over again.

I'm there about daily, and it always gives me a lift, between the beautiful, unprocessed foods, the eminently watchable crowds (or on a quiet morning, the drifting what-looks-good shoppers), the children- all is well in that world. And, with really good cheese, even a small slice is satisfying and worth the price.

There is always a small treasure to bring home!

Grenades, grenadine... Then there are "olives", that look like olives, a lot more peaceful, that plumbers put in pipe joints (I did a bit of amateur plumbing recently and had reason to use and to reflect on them).

This makes me feel like I have had a nice day in Montreal. I really envy the variety of foods you can get there. We eat well here in Hawaii, but our choices of cheeses are limited, and there is no really good bread to be had. Can you get good chicken? I've given up on eating it,because even the organic chicken we buy does not taste good.

I was fascinated by the picture of the trackside wall encrusted with graffiti. I wonder if the content -- aside from the language -- and customs of Montreal graffiti is like to or different from what you might see in New York City. (For me, classic French is hard enough without practicing for 40 years; French-Canadian slang is beyond me.)

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