I had about an hour to read my book in the fresh air. As you can tell from the photo, I fit right in with my surroundings! It was a bit chilly and started to sprinkle only as soon as I put my book away and headed back to meet Josh and Amy.
See those tables near the center of this photo? They are ping-pong tables! We've spotted quite a few in parks and I've been delighted to witness couples bringing tidy leather bags with their matching paddles and balls so they can play a quick competitive game. I feel a slight kinship with them, as I happen to own my own paddle from the couple of times I joined ping-pong night at the Nazzaro Center with my North End friends in Boston!
I sat in front of the playground, where I was aware of two brothers playing together for most of the time. I'd say one was about 12 and the other 7 years old. They took their time on the slides and in the sandbox and then they were having a blast running around with the soccer ball they brought along. I only mention them because of what was soon to follow: the unfortunately familiar sound of the slap-smack of a soccer ball to the face, which was immediately followed by sobbing. For about two seconds I contemplated going over to help, but quickly scrapped the idea when I realized it was doubtful I could communicate with them and big brother had the situation well under control. He hugged his little brother's welted face to his chest and alternated shushing him and kissing him on the top of his head. When the sobbing subsided big brother slung his arm around little brother's shoulders and walked him over to a water spigot where they splashed little brother's face with cold water. A minute later all was well and they were on to their next task of moving all of the sand from one side of the sandbox to the other. It was a quick little happening, but the outcome made my park visit even sweeter.
photo courtesy of Universal Pictures
Speaking of brotherly love, Josh and I went to see Robin des Bois (Robin Hood) last night. It was odd to be watching a movie in France, in which France was an enemy. We also may have missed a couple of lines because there are a few bits in French, that weren't subtitled, due to the French audience! Let's see how many times I can say France or French in a paragraph! Yeesh!

















