After Mom and Dad were married in the church of St. Nicolas du Chardonnet in the Latin Quarter of Paris, they walked to the Ile St. Louis to a little café there to look at Notre Dame and its flying buttresses from the back, Dad’s favorite view.
My Dad had visited the little town and major art center of Céret in the Pyrenees in the 1950s. Back then, Céret had a town crier who would ride around on his bicycle to the various neighborhoods. He would carry a bugle with him and when he arrived in a neighborhood, he’d get off his bike, play a few set notes on his bugle to let people know he was there, and then get out his cardboard megaphone and announce through it the important events of the day – social events, city news, as well as upcoming events.
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