PARIS MUSINGS

The Seine is receding from its flood levels, and the banks of the river are reappearing, although there are still stretches of the Right Bank under water.  I hear from friends that farther down river, nearer the Eiffel Tower, things are a good deal worse, but that is not my quartier, so I take very little interest in such tidings.

Rascasse tonight, filet et sans peau, which is to say filleted with the skin removed.  I looked up "rascasse" and discovered that the English is "devilfish."  It is a scary looking fish before it is filleted.  I hope it tastes good.  Caramelized mandolined sweet onions and baby potatoes will complete a simple dinner.

The big news locally is the Eurocup soccer matches.  Lots of cheering from the sports bar at the end of the street each evening,  but I must confess that I do not care.  For some very odd and incomprehensible reason the French [like everyone else in the world except Americans] call Soccer "football."  Maybe it is just as well that I am going home on Tuesday.

Which brings me to the election.  But that deserves a separate post.