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.
It's been fun riffling through old albums for amusing pictures to share on FB on TBT (Throwback Thursdays,) and I thought, why not re-post them over here? Making homemade pizza has been J.'s specialty for longer than I've known him, which is well more than three decades now -- we've got LOTS of pizza pictures. Here's one from our Vermont kitchen in 1986. We're stillusing that rolling pin and old banged up aluminum flour measure, as well as the cookie sheet I'm holding. I think both those pizza peels are history by now, though.
When I cross on the Rosemont/Van Horne overpass to Outremont, I always feel like I'm entering a different world. Down below, on one's bike during better weather, the change is less dramatic but still significant. The Mile End, with its boutiques and restos and young energy, is in the midst of gentrification. But this part of Outremont, close to the more industrial end of Van Horne, which then becomes a shopping street, is an enclave of Hasidic Jews. When I drive or bike on these streets I feel like time has gone backward, and that behind the hurried steps of the black-clad men and the women in black skirts and wigs with headbands or hats, often pushing old-fashioned baby carriages, lies a life about which I know almost nothing. I stop at Cheskies and buy a loaf of challah or some rugelach, but it is a commercial exchange, nothing more: ours are separate solitudes and will remain that way.
Along with what seemed like half of Mexico City, we went to the zoo today. We watched a few animals, including homo sapiens.
The big cats were particularly impressive. I had just finished reading Life of Pi, so the size and majesty of the bengal tiger (not shown here; his body was mostly behind a rock) felt especially immediate today. The panther seemed agitated and paced back and forth on top of his rock ledge, ominous and menacing.
I had never seen a jaguar before. Hold him in your mind, for he's important to Mexico, and coming back soon in a different guise.