More annoying sounds of Paris

It sounds like the jangle from those old Ice cream bicycles but a lot louder. And at my age, far more annoying. If the Good Humor man is pedaling down the street, he isn't making much progress down rue Rousselet,



Yesterday, it was air raid sirens. I kept looking for everyone to run, or some hysteria (I mean, these folks freak out at snow) but nothing. Then I waited for bombs. When nothing catastrophique happened, I went back to making a mess with watercolors.

Also, trying to write cowboy poetry, but mine veers off into social commentary. In galloping verse.

ALSO I was accepted into the Colrain Poetry Manuscript Conference. YAY ME!