Buck Moon

Here is a bit of news: today is the full moon, the Buck Moon as I learned the July full moon is called, thanks to this BBC article. Named after the male deer, apparently. It's a really cool name for a full moon. Anyway, I love watching a good full moon, so this evening I might go out and take a look. Hopefully it will not be too light outside and it will not be too hot. Anyway, I suggest you read the article I shared for more information.

Zoo de Falardeau

Les cousins de petit loup, mes neveux, sont allés au Zoo de Falardeau récemment. Ce qui m'a fait penser que je n'y ai jamais mis les pieds. Il faudra que je le fasse un jour, avec petit loup, tant qu'il aime encore les zoos.

"Where there's tea, there's hope"

I took this picture when I saw this teapot from the window of a local charity shop. I didn't buy the teapot, but I was very tempted. Alas, our cupboards are full, so it there would be nowhere to fit it. I love it though, it's very me and shows very much my state of mind as a tea drinker.

Salzbourg vu de haut

 Photo prise il y a un an dans le téléphérique menant à la forteresse Hohensalzburg. Je partage rien que parce que. Et désolé pour le reflet de mon bras dans la vitre.

A Private Security Company

I saw an unusual sight last week, walking back from town: a dark grey van with a tag on it, the one of a private security firm. It had a phone number and a website address at the back. It got me curious: I have never seen a security company vehicle here before. In big cities, yes, but not in a small town like ours before. So I checked online and yes, it's a thing, and very local too: it has its offices in a nearby (bigger, much bigger) town. The town where I used to work some six, seven years ago (the job I hated). Anyway, it provides all sorts of security services, including commercial and residential, and well, all sorts of things. I might use this sight and the company as inspiration for one (or more) of my crime fiction stories. I think I could come off with something interesting and modern.

Auberge de La Fontaine

Petit souvenir d'une de nos vacances montréalaises. Un souvenir maintenant lointain: il date de 2009. Enfin bref, c'est la dernière année où nous avons passé un séjour dans un hôtel à Montréal (si l'on excepte la nuit passée à l'aéroport durant les Fêtes). Mes parents avaient réservé pour ma femme et moi (petit loup n'était pas encore né) une chambre à l'Auberge de La Fontaine. Un petit hôtel dans le coeur du Plateau Mont-Royal, assez discret, qui ne paye pas de mines, mais vraiment sympathique et accueillant. J'y reoturnerais bien. Si vous l'avez visité, dites-moi comment a été votre expérience.

Almost an autumnal breeze

Well, we are not, technically, in a heatwave anymore. But it's still quite hot: 25 degrees today. I was really hoping for rain. We had clouds sometimes, but no rain came. That said, maybe, just maybe, I can be hopeful for the future. And by future, I mean after the next heatwave they have forecast. So yeah, all day today and right now, there's been a breeze. Oh, not a cold breeze, but cool enough, given the circumstances. It feels borderline autumnal. As if the next season is on its way. Maybe. I know it's going to be a long wait, but it might come sooner than expected.

Question existentielle (407)

 Une question existentielle qui me vient en tête en ce moment, puisque c'est dimanche:

-Les dimanches d'été, surtout durant les vacances, en quoi sont-ils différents des autres dimanches?

Personnellement, je me sens aussi mélancolique, mais peut-être que c'est juste moi. 

Aquila on Ancient Civilisations

Wolfie does not get mail very often, but when he does, he usually receives the best mail. And I know we are late in July, but I wanted to share this month's issue of Aquila Magazine. Don't judge a magazine by the cover, but what a cool cover it is. Although I'm not sure what this statue comes from. Inca? I would be tempted to say yes, or at least South American, but I really don't know. Be that as it may, if this July's issue is not entirely sold out and you have young kids, go and get a copy. It's great fun.

"À la Sainte-Anne, les bleuets sont mûrs..."

 "À la Sainte-Anne les bleuets sont mûrs. C'est le raisin de chez-nous, fils du feu; du sol humble et pierreux c'est l'offrande; c'est le miel des crans sauvages, le frère des éricales dans le royaume infini des sphaignes et des tourbières."

Menaud maître-draveur, Félix-Antoine Savard

 Chaque 26 juillet, lors de la Sainte-Anne, je partage cette citation de Félix-Antoine Savard. J'ai lu Menaud il y a de cela à peu près trente-cinq ans. Je me rappelle des grandes lignes, mais ce qui me marque le plus, ce sont les passages sur les bleuets (comme je suis du Saguenay...). Enfin bref, il faudrait bien que je revisite le roman un de ces quatre.

Horror Hotel

 I took this picture in Brighton. More specifically, at the Brighton Pier. During what people now call Summerween, in the middle of a hot day, as I am getting more and more into a spooky mood and longing for Halloween, this is a lovely sight. As a child, I used to love to go to such place, although my parents rarely allowed me to. Haunted and cursed hotels are great settings for horror stories, by the way. I might work on one. Be that as it may, this sight gives me a pleasant shiver.

Paella sur table

La paella annuelle de mon père, servie sur la table. C'est énorme, dans tous les sens du mot et il fallait que je partage.

Future Train Journeys

I took this picture at the National Railway Museum in York and I'm sharing it today because I'm blogging about trains. Again. If I'm not mistaken, it's the Old Coppernob. But I just added it because it looks nice. So now that Wolfie is on holidays, we are thinking about our next holiday destination. Which means that we might travel there by train. I hope so: for me, travelling by train is part of the fun, sometimes I even prefer it to the destination. Even if we travel by bus or plane for our next holidays, there is always a future train journey at some point to look forward to.

Paella annuelle

 Mon père m'a envoyé des photos de sa paella annuelle. Celle-ci quand elle cuisait. Avec un homard complet. Sa paella, il l'a fait chaque été. Je n'en ai jamais mangé.

Italian Speakers in the Library

Something interesting happened last week during my Thriller Writing Course in the library: as we were discussing about, well, thrillers, an elderly man from the group a few tables away came and kindly asked us to be quieter, as they had difficulties to hear themselves. I thought we were fairly quiet, but anyway. We were very polite and told him we would be careful. We chit chatted briefly, and it turned out they are the Italian speaking group I blogged about in September 2024. So I took the opportunity to speak a few words of Italian, little I knew. The elderly gentleman was really impressed. Apparently I have a great pronunciation and accent. I even managed to converse with him in Italian, albeit it was a pretty basic chat. So I am thinking maybe I should meet that group, even though my Italian is basic. Practice makes perfect and I haven't practised in a long while.

Le Salon du livre en octobre

J'ai trouvé cette photo sur la page Facebook du Salon du Livre du Saguenay Lac-Saint-Jean. L'édition 2026 est donc déjà annoncée et elle aura lieu en octobre cette année. D'habitude, c'est fin septembre. C'est vraiment le meilleur temps de l'année pour tenir un Salon du livre. Allez-y si vous pouvez, moi j'aimerais pouvoir y être.

About the last day of school

Today is the last day of school for Wolfie. Actually, it's only a half day: we are picking him up straight after lunch. So he is now on holiday. First, I want to get two observations out of the way: 1)school breaks way too late in this country. I mean, late(ish) July, really? That's at least two weeks too long. It also means that the gap between the beginning of the holidays and the new school year is very short. 2)I say all this this, but time goes way too fast. As for every end of school year, I am bittersweet about today: it means I will spend a lot of time with my boy, yet it also means he is growing up. I will try to keep him entertained every day. When I was his age, I had lots of things to look forward to during the holidays: the family pool, lots of free time reading, etc. I am very conscious that we are building his own childhood memories. No pressure.

Bientôt: le chocolat aux bleuets

Photo prise sur la page Facebook des Pères trappistes il y a quelques jours. Peut-être que cette information lorsque vous la lirez sera déjà passée date (j'écris mes billets de blogue de plus en plus d'avance). Alors enfin bref: les chocolats aux bleuets seront bientôt (sont déjà?) disponibles. Si vous le pouvez, achetez-les.

United Dairies Milk Tank

I took this picture at the National Railway Museum in York. My favourite museum ever. I share it today because, while I have seen many cargo trains in my life, I don't think I have ever seen a milk tank like this one. I mean, not on a train. I have seen similar things in the back of a truck, but never elsewhere. I wonder if they still transport milk by train. Anyway, I also share this picture to remind myself that trains are still used to transport goods. I mostly think of them as public transport.

Colline en juillet

"Quand la plaine est fumante et tremble sous juillet," chantait Brel. Ici, ce n'est pas un plat pays (l'Angleterre est très rarement un pays plat), mais les collines fument et tremblent quand même sous la chaleur. Enfin bref, photo prise lors d'une promenade.

Fairbairn-Sykes Fighting Knife (Signature Weapon)

This is my new post in the Signature Weapons series, about weapons that are or could be, well, signature weapons for protagonists and/or antagonists, heroes and/or villains in crime fiction, spy fiction or adventure stories. So today we are talking about the Fairbairn-Sykes fighting knife. Okay, so a knife is a knife is a knife, but this one was first used by the British army during World War II. It's a sleek knife with a slender blade, it looks deceptively simple and sober. It does not make it any less lethal. Because it was used by an Allied force in World War II, I would tend to think it is more suitable for a hero, either in historical fiction or in a more modern setting. Although I think the F-S fighting knife might have been the weapon of choice of one very nasty villainous character in one episode of a famous British TV series. It might have been another sort of knife, mind you. Be that as it may, for a hero with a military background, particularly a British hero, this could be his signature weapon.

Il y a trente ans, le Déluge

Bon, je suis en retard d'un jour dans les anniversaires, mais je me devais de le souligner: c'est depuis hier le trentième anniversaire du Déluge du Saguenay. Je l'ai vécu, ce qui ne rajeunit personne. Je m'en rappelle encore. Pour mes souvenirs, vous pouvez lire ce billet qui date de 2016, pour les anecdotes des membres de ma famille, vous pouvez aussi lire cet autre billet du vingtième anniversaire. Ah oui, et pour ce que je pense du journaliste maintenant politicien Louis Lemieux, vous pouvez lire ce billet de 2017. Le Déluge, c'est aussi son avènement comme célébrité journalistique ("Godzilla régional surgi des eaux," j'ai quand même parfois une belle plume bien acérée). Des fois la tragédie prend des allures de farce.

The Strangest Pizza

During our time in Brighton, we went to a pizza place called Pinocchio. A family place with a typical Italian restaurant menu, nothing fancy, but honest food. That said, their trademark pizza, named (of course) Pinocchio Pizza, might have had the strangest mix of ingredients. It had mushrooms, olives, sweet peppers, prawns, anchovies, sausage and artichokes. So it was like a combination of two or three different pizzas. Of course, I had to try it. Quite an experience. Surprisingly, Wolfie wanted to try it, so I had to share a few bites. And he liked it too. Moral of the story: you can get creative with a pizza.

Un bateau vu de haut

 Photo prise à Brighton, du haut de la tour Brighton i360. J'ai blogué sur notre expérience à i360 il y a un mois. C'est trop court, mais c'est assez plaisant: on voit la mer et la plage vues de haut. Et aussi beaucoup de petits bateaux. Je n'ai pas pris de très bons clichés, je dois l'admettre, mais quand même, c'est toujours impressionnant de voir un bateau à partir d'une hauteur. Enfin bref, c'est ça, j'ai pensé partager cette photo de voyage, rien que parce que.

A promise of autumn

 Yes, I know, I know, we are in the heart of summer and it's still hot. Not exactly the heatwave we've had, not the worst of it anyway, but it's hot during the day. Yet, to keep my sanity and get myself in an autumnal mood, and because I am attuned to seasonal changes, I have started noticing a few small signs of the autumn to come. It's in the morning and evening when we can feel them. During camp night for instance, in the evening. The sun had not even set yet and there was a breeze and a proper chill. We had arrived in the afternoon, it was hot, we had brought no coat or fleece. Well, in our summer clothes, we were a bit cold. Oh, not much, but enough to feel the chill in the air. Right after a hot day. Then some mornings recently have been much cooler than we would expect. The breeze cools things down a lot, and it smells does feel a bit, just a bit but still, autumnal. So I keep saying to myself: we are not there yet, but this is a promise of autumn. Things will get better.

L'Aristocrate (billet nostalgique)

J'ai blogué en 2020 à propos de L'Aristocrate, l'hôtel à Québec où nous séjournions lors de nos vacances dans la capitale nationale, quand nous étions enfants. Je crois que c'est le premier hôtel où nous avons séjourné. En tout cas, c'est sans doute mon premier. Comme les vacances d'été arrivent à grands pas ici (je sais, elles sont longues à arriver en Angleterre), ça m'a rappelé mes séjours à Québec enfant, ainsi que le temps passé à L'Aristocrate. Avant de voyager plus loin, nous passions souvent trois ou quatre jours à Québec par été. Pour moi, la ville a été LA destination de nos vacances et une ville exotique et lointaine. L'Aristocrate était à l'époque bien plus simple que bien des hôtels visités par la suite, mais pour moi c'était le gros luxe. Je regarde les photos sur le site, et je trovue qu'il n'a guère changé depuis mon enfance.

Tarot Reader

It is Summerween and I'm already in a spooky mood, preparing myself ready mentally for Halloweenso let me blog again about an old horror trope. I took this in Brighton, on the Brighton Palace Pier to be precise. I think it's the very first Tarot consultant business I have ever seen. And in a cart, like in old horror movies. Now for the record, I do not believe in Tarot reading, or any supernatural in general. That said, I often read and watched horror stories when Tarot reading is involved in some capacity. And in fiction, it's always accurate, and more to the point, it's predictions are always catastrophic and sinister. So I associate Tarot reading with gloom and doom. It was a hot and sunny day when I saw this, yet seeing this I shivered.

La queue d'un dragon

Photo prise au Royal Pavilion à Brighton. Comme tout est décoré à la chinoise, ou en tout cas à la pseudo-chinoise, avec des dragons partout, il y a une exhibition sur les dragons. On trouve aussi dans le pavillons deux dragons espiègles (je ne me rappelle plus des noms), un rouge et un vert, qui se promènent partout et font parfois du saccage. J'ai pu prendre une photo de la queue d'un d'entre eux, qui montait une cheminée. Vous voyez les traces de ses pattes sur la dalle de pierre.

Summer Staycation?

 Okay, I am very late sharing and musing on this BBC article, which my wife sent me back in May, but here it is anyway. Apparently, because of international unrest, the Britons have been heading for a staycation this summer. Or rather, they will take their holiday within the UK. This seems to be the case for us. We considered going abroad, but for various reasons, one of them being the scorching heat that doesn't seem to leave and is even worse on the continent, we might actually stay in the country. If you have any suggestions, please let me know in the comments section. Preferably cool places.

"L'Objet du délit"

Bon, ben il y a un film français que je veux voir. C'est une chose qui m'arrive assez rarement, mais celui-ci m'intéresse. Vous devinerez facilement pourquoi. DOnc, le film a pour titre L'Objet du délit. Réalisé par Agnès Jaoui, il raconte une production troublée de l'opéra Les Noces de Figaro, de Mozart, alors que des allégations d'agression sexuelle éclatent. Une comédie dramatique inspirée du mouvement #MeToo, avec comme myse-en-abyme un opéra qui justement parle en des termes à peine couverts (sinon pas du tout couverts) de harcèlement sexuel. Vous pouvez voir la bande annonce plus bas.

The crab apples are green

We went to visits my wife's parents recently. Her mother planted a crab apples tree, which has been growing quite nicely. I love crab apples: my parents have a crab apple tree as well. When the fruits turn red, at some point in August, it means that it's time to harvest them and that autumn is going to be here soon. Of course, we are in the heart of July and the crab apples are still very green, as you can see. Still, in the hot summer days, crab apple trees remind me to be patient and help me wait for my favourite season.

William Walter

 J'ai blogué le mois dernier à propos de William Walter, le saucissier qui a été l'une de mes sources de bouffe lorsque je vivais à Montréal, sur le Plateau. Autant dire que William Walter m'a sauvé de la famine. Dans tous les cas, ma table aurait été bien fade sans sa charcuterie. Et je m'en ennuie.

St Swithin's Day

Today is St Swithin's Day. I like to mention it each year. You can read more about the day on the page here (with a lovely image), taken from What to Look for in Summer. If one is to believe the old tale, we are to have a sunny rest of summer. But it also reminds me that we are in the middle of summer and there is less of the season behind us than ahead of us. So I'm always carefully hopeful come St Swithin's Day.

Tilleul?

J'ai pris cette photo il y a quelques semaines. Je ne sais pas trop comment identifier les arbres, mais j'ai demandé à ChatGPT qui m'a dit que c'était peut-être un Tilleul. C'est un gros peut-être. parce que je l'ai pris de loin. Je vais prendre une photo de plus proche la prochaine fois que je passerai dans le coin. Le pire, c'est que j'ai un livret pour identifier les arbres. Je devrais l'avoir sur moi plus souvent. Je vais essayer de me rappeler de l'emporter avec moi lors de ma prochaine promenade.

To Watch The Invisible

I have some exciting (yet somewhat frustrating) crime fiction news. Yopu may remember that back in August 2025 I mentioned that South African crime writer Deon Meyer's novel Blood Safari, which I reread late last year and early this year, was being adapted into a TV series. It was being retitled The Invisible. Or Invisible, I'm not sure, I have seen both. Anyway, I have recently seen the trailer on social media. And it looks really exciting. The only problem is: I have no idea where, if anywhere, it will be available to watch in the UK. Story of my life for any adaptations of Meyer novels, and there are quite a few. Anyway, that's my new crime fiction aficionado mission: finding a streaming service where I can watch it.

Le congé du 14 juillet

 Nous sommes le 14 juillet aujourd'hui. C'est donc la Fête nationale française, parce que c'est l'anniversaire de la prise de la Bastille. Je le souligne à chaque année sur ce blogue, parce que j'aime la Révolution française, notamment parce qu'elle a mené ultimement à l'abolition de la monarchie. Enfin, d'une monarchie. C'est un jour férié en France, mais pas ici en Angleterre, bien entendu. Sauf que, comme mes clients vivent en France, j'ai donc pour ainsi dire un congé forcé au travail. Je ne m'en plaindrai pas: avec d'autres employeurs, je m'étais tourné les pouces pendant tout le 14 juillet en m'ennuyant solide.

The "Bloke Coke"

 Do you remember the time before Coca Cola Zero Sugar? I'm old enough, so I do. I know it has been introduced in the US in 2005, but I know it was first introduced in the UK in July 2006, so twenty years ago. I remember the date because I remember the exact time when I first drank Coke Zero: they were giving sample cans at a train station, to promote the new product. I was travelling back from a wedding that day, with my future wife and my future sister-in-law. Neither like colas (at least my wife doesn't) so I had their share (or maybe only my wife's share, but anyway). I like soft drinks, from time to time, albeit I prefer Pepsi to Coke. I was underwhelmed by Coke Zero: sugar might be unhealthy, but it sure makes a cola taste better than the ones with artificial sweeteners. I sometimes drink Coke Zero, when i feel a bit conscious about my sugar intakes. But it just doesn't taste as good. Oh, and one fun fact about the Coke Zero: here in the UK it was nicknamed the "Bloke Coke", because unlike other low calory soft drinks, it was more appealing to men than women. Apparently, the name Coca Cola Zero sounded more masculin than Diet Coke, but I suspect it was something to do with the black design of the label, and maybe the taste. Anyway, that's my experience of Coke Zero, what's yours?

Une girouette à Brighton

J'ai pris cette photo à Brighton, sur les quais. Brighton étant une ville portuaire, son paysage visuel est occupé par le monde marin et par les activités maritines. Donc, on y voit souvent des bateaux. Ainsi donc, cette girouette a la forme d'un grand voilier. Je trouve que c'est inspiré, puisqu'une girouette bouge au gré du vent. Même si je ne sais pas si celle-là fonctionne ou si elle a été mise là seulement pour faire joli. 

More Man on Fire?

 So I blogged last month about Man on Fire. It's a Netflix spy thriller series freely adapted from a novel by A.J. Quinnell. The book was also made into a movie about twenty years ago. Anyway, I finished watching the series and, while I don't think it's the greatest TV series of its genre, I was thoroughly entertained and it was solid. And I suspect (and hope) there will be more of it. Like many spy thrillers based on a novel, they decided to carry on the story when the source material finishes. Man on Fire ends with a sequel hook. So I guess if the series is a success (I have no idea how popular it is, streaming can be tricky), there will be more seasons commissioned. I sure hope so.

"Couper grossièrement le céleri"

 Un ami a partagé ce meme, je le partage aussi. C'est un calembour pas atroce, mais c'est aussi mon sentiment face au céleri.

Seeing Carmilla

During our time in Brighton, we went to the local Waterstones. I behaved: I only bought one book. But I was very tempted to buy another edition of Carmilla. But since I own the story in at least two different books, including In a Glass Darkly, I resisted temptation. It's more or less the same edition as the one I saw last year in the local bookshop. The colours on the cover are different, darker and more sinister. If, like me, you love classical horror and you start Halloween countdown months before October, Carmilla is a great scary story to get you in the mood early. In fact, I first read it during the summer holidays on 1990. Maybe it's time for me to revisit it. In any case, I suggest you give it a go.

Smoothie costaud

Je suis allé dans un café avec petit loup il y a quelques jours, pensant trouver quelque chose de léger et de rafraîchissant pour endurer la canicule. On a donc commandé des smoothies. J'ai commis un erreur en choisissant le mien: en plus des fruits, il y avait beaucoup de yogourt dedans. C'était frais, mais ce n'était pas vraiment désaltérant. Plutôt comme manger un dessert santé, et je ne suis pas très friand du yogourt comme dessert. Mais bon, c'était j'imagine assez santé. Petit loup m'a aidé à le boire. Plus parce qu'il était curieux qu'autre chose. Et puis il est en pleine croissance, donc a un appétit d'ogre.

Books and Tea

 I recently found this meme on the internet. Loved it, so I decided to share it here. This is very me, I strongly believe in tea and books and reading books while drinking tea.

La Tour à Bières

Quelqu'un se rappelle de La Tour à Bières à Chicoutimi? Et quelqu'un peut me dire si ça existe encore? Sa page Facebook semble être inactive. Je n'ai jamais été un régulier, mais je l'ai visitée quelquefois. C'était d'abord, il y a des années, un restaurant de cuisine sur pierre volcanique, puis c'est devenu un bar et finalement un bar/microbrasserie. Elle a fermé en 2024, puis a réouverte en 2025, sauf qu'en ce moment, on dirait qu'elle est fermée à nouveau. Les temps sont durs pour les microbrasseurs, mais j'aimerais savoir ce qui se passe avec la Tour.

The Fig Tree

I went to the town centre recently, and I passed by the fig tree. The one I mentioned before, time and again. It's not the only fig tree in town, but obviously fig trees are fairly rare, so I noticed this one easily. It's in one of my favourite spots in town, a narrow alleyway that barely anyone notices. The figs are still green, as you can see, I don't think they really truly mature in this country. I associate figs and fig trees with Italy, because the first time I ever ate fresh ones (and fresh from a tree) was during my time in Italy.

L'Opéra du Royaume

Photo prise sur la page Facebook de l'Opéra du Royaume,qui a annoncé dès début juillet que, ben, la saison 2026-2027 sera annoncée en septembre. Pour ceux qui peuvent.

Another Bloody Heatwave

We had a heatwave in May, it was scorching hot. Then, we had one in June, which was even. Well, I guess we had to have a third one, this time in July. It's bad, really bad. At least we don't have amber and red warnings like for the last one, but it's really not good all the same. I am officially fed up with summertime. It started way too early, it's being way too hot for my own comfort. I am spending a lot of my free time just looking at the weather forecast and hoping the hot days will end. Anyway, that's my summer so far, hot, sticky and unpleasant, how is yours?

Question existentielle (406)

Cela faisait un bon bout de temps que je n'avais pas posé de question existentielle. Et il m'est venu en tête une question existentielle aussi brillante qu'érudite. Alors voici donc:

-Dans Don Giovanni de Mozart, en prenant en considération les chiffres donnés par Leporello lors de l'aria du Catalogue, de quelle grandeur et de quel format devrait être ledit catalogue donnant les conquêtes amoureuses de Don Giovanni?

 Pour les amateurs d'opéra et les mozartiens parmi vous.

Thriller Writing Course

You may remember that I went to a Thriller Writing Workshop back in March. Well, more like a course anyway, but there are elements of workshop in it. Anyway, there was another course this month, pretty much the same, but since the first one has proven so useful and also given me some motivation to write, I have decided to go there again. At £25 for six hours, three weeks, that's a good investment, I think.

RIP Marc Messier

Triste nouvelle que je viens d'apprendre: Marc Messier est mort. Un grand acteur québécois, tant dans la comédie que dans les séries dramatiques. Je l'ai surtout apprécié dans Grande ourse et dans la seconde série d'Omertà, où il jouait Paul Spencer, un financier véreux (et homosexuel), pris dans un engrenage entre la mafia, les motards et d'autres groupes criminels, en plus d'être victime d'un chantage. Messier était brillant dans le rôle. Je sais que ce n'est pas son rôle le plus connu, mais pour moi c'était mon préféré. Enfin bref, c'est vraiment triste.

Harry Lime (can you hear the theme?)

As you most likely know if you have been reading this blog, Vienna is not only the city of music, it is also the city of espionage. And thus, it is the setting of The Third Man, a classic Noir spy movie (and book). So from time to time, in souvenir shops and public places, we are reminded of this connection. They even had music box with the antagonist's Harry Lime's theme. Played by Orson Welles. The character, not the theme. You've heard it before, check here. I do regret not buying a piece of movie memorabilia, but the music, as cheerful as it is, ends up being quite unnerving, especially if you know the story.

Le whisky de McAuslan

 Photo prise sur la page Facebook de McAuslan. Je le savais déjà, mais toujours est-il que mon (micro)brasseur préféré au Québec et aussi depuis un certain temps un (micro)distilleur. Je ne suis pas amateur de whisky comme je suis amateur de bière, mais j'aime ça de temps en temps pour accompagner une pinte ou deux. Et puis le whisky de ma microbrasserie préférée, il faudra vraiment que je l'essaie un de ces quatre, lors de mon retour au Québec, peu importe quand ça arrivera.

Beretta (Signature Weapon)

This post is a new entry in my Signature Weapons series, weapons you find in crime fiction and spy fiction and that are used or could be used as signature weapons by protagonists and/or antagonists. So today I am blogging about the Beretta, an Italian gun. I have seen the brand showing up in many crime stories, including a novel I read recently. It's part of the arsenal of the Carabinieri and other police forces around the world. Conversely, it's been used by the mob and still is, whether Italian or not. It's also often featured in the spy thrillers, or at least I have seen the Beretta showing up in the spy novels I read recently. You may not know, but it was the service weapon of a certain British agent (guess who) until it was replaced by another brand (guess which one). Anyway, I'm not sure if the Beretta is in fiction more often held by a good guy or a bad guy, either way it can be a signature weapon.

Rémy Martin

Bon, ben parlons cognac pour un moment. J'ai blogué brièvement sur le Rémy Martin fin mai. Et je me demandais s'il y a quelqu'un parmi mes lecteurs quelqu'un qui en a déjà bu. Je ne m'y connais pas beaucoup en cognac, en fait pas du tout, j'aimerais en savoir plus, je veux éventuellement essayer le cognac, donc je tente de me renseigner. Je n'en fais pas une question existentielle, parce que ça demeure encore trop imprécis. Je ne sais même pas s'i le Rémy Martin est très coté ou non chez les connaisseurs. Alors donnez-moi votre opinion sur cette étiquette et dites-moi ce que vous savez).

Chinese Dragons in Brighton

I took this picture in Brighton, at the Royal Pavilion. To make a long story short, because back in the days, they were really into exotism, more specifically Chinese exotism, they drew heavily on Chinese culture, or at least its stereotypes, to decorate the place. Among other things, Chinese dragons. They were not really genuine (many have wings, for instance), but they are everywhere. Anyway, this dragon is obviously a modern addition, part of a special exhibition. All the same, it's a cool dragon and I wanted to share it here. Life is always better with dragons.

Jouer aux Bouquinistes

 Voici une petite nouvelle heureuse pour les lecteurs de ma région. J'ai trouvé cette photo il y a quelques jours sur la page Facebook des Bouquinistes. Il fallait que je la partage, parce que ma librairie préférée du Saglac et sans doute du Québec vient de prendre un degré de plus de coolitude. Parce que oui, imaginez-vous donc qu'on peut maintenant y jouer aux échecs, au backgammon et aux dames. Bon, je n'ai pas joué à ces jeux depuis des années. Et je vais à Chicoutimi très rarement. Mais quand même, les jeux de société, surtout ceux qui demandent de la concentration et du silence, ça se joue bien dans une librairie. En fait, une librairie est pas mal le lieu idéal pour y jouer.

Camp Night

We are going to a special evening tonight: Wolfie's school is holding its annual camp night. So families of the pupils go camping for one night, or others, like us, just spend the evening there. It is a sort of tradition. I'm never been a fan of camping, having only done it once or twice in my life, I don't really care about minimal comfort and early mornings after a late night, but I don't mind an evening. I actually enjoy the carefree atmosphere. Wolfie never wants to go there, yet once we are there, he doesn't want to go back home. I wonder if the same will happen this year.

Poutine maison

 Petit billet gastronomique: mon père a fait une poutine maison la fin de semaine dernière, quand mon cousin a visité mes parents avec sa blonde et sa mère. Avec frites maison, fromage en grains de la Fromagerie Boivin et de la vraie de vraie sauce brune bien épaisse, pas du petit gravy granulé. La vraie affaire, dans tous les sens du mot. Enfin bref, il m'a envoyé cette photo du festin et il fallait vraiment que je la partage ici.

Scorpio Rising (crime fiction)

 I blogged a few times already about South African crime writer Deon Meyer's latest novel Skorpio. I was hoping to get its translation in English this year, but sadly not. I did a bit of research recently and learned that it's going to be available in... February 2027. That's late, but never mind. I pre-ordered it already. Its English title is Scorpio Rising and, well, scorpions, or a scorpion might be involved. I don't know, it might just be a symbolic association, but all the same, I love when there's the word scorpion in the title of a book, just because. It just sounds dangerous and cool, and kind of nasty in a scary way.

Alexandre le Grand VS les éléphants

 Photo prise dans un livre d'histoire sur la Grèce et Rome, un cadeau de mes parents que j'ai dévoré durant mon enfance. Vous voyez ici une représentation très dramatique de la campagne indienne d'Alexandre le Grand. Je la partage parce qu'enfant, elle m'a fait une forte impression. L'illustration, je veux dire, pas la campagne indienne en elle-même. Mais on croirait y être.

Shadow Chaser

Oh the things I can find in the local bookshop sometimes. I was going there with Wolfie once, I was in the children section with him, and I saw Shadow Chaser. Because I had promised my wife to behave, I did not buy it. That said, I do want to. It's a gamebook and, from what I understand, a medieval fantasy book like the ones I used to read as a child. But a bit less gory than the ones I am used to. All the same, it looks like a great read and I might buy it for his birthday. It should also give us inspiration for our Dungeons & Dragons campaign. Funnily enough, there is a villain, Wolfie's nemesis in the game, with the nom de guerre Shadowman. He looks a bit like the shadowy figure on the front cover of this book. So yes, I think it has my name, errrmmm... I mean, Wolfie's name on it.

Goéland ou mouette?

J'ai pris cette photo à Weymouth dans le Dorset, en 2023, dans la résidence où nous avons passé nos vacances. Comme Weymouth est au bord de la mer, on y trouvait beaucoup de goélands et de mouettes. Je ne sais jamais faire la différence, je crois que c'est une mouette, corrigez-moi si je me trompe. Dans tous les cas, je ne suis pas un grand fan, parce qu'ils peuvent être agressifs quand il en veulent à votre bouffe. Sinon, ben, c'est pas torp mal comme photo.

Pinecone Construction

I took this picture back in 2024, during our holidays in the Isle of Wight, at Robin Hill. There was a whole section of the theme park looking like a building site. I thought it looked kind of funny, something as mundane as a construction company, turned into an attraction for children. For little boys at least: my son Wolfie used to love, and loves still, any construction vehicles. Also, I love pine cones. Pine cones are cool. And it makes for a great name for a construction company. I wish it really existed.

Dix ans ici (Jour du Déménagement)

Photo prise à Brighton. Cest l'Upside Down House et je la partage ici parce qu'elle illustre un peu le sujet du billet. Nous avons emménagé dans notre maison il y a dix ans cette année. En fait non, ce n'est pas tout à fait vrai. Pour être exact, nous sommes devenus propriétaires le 1er juillet 2016. Nous avons emménagé le lendemain. J'ai toujours trouvé ça amusant que le hasard fasse que nous devenions propriétaires ce qui au Québec est le Jour du Déménagement. Notre maison n'est bien entendu pas à l'envers, enfin pas comme la maison de Brighton. Dans un autre sens, oui, elle l'est. Ouch. Désolé, il fallait que je commette ce calembour.

The End of June

Today we are the last day of June. One month of summertime done and dusted, and it has been a trying month from yours truly. Because we had one of the worst heatwaves in history, for one, which really made me struggle. I used to like the month of June, a long, long time ago. Not so much now. Especially since as I got older, I started to seriously struggling with heat. And since June is now generally way hotter than it used to be... Well, it's going to be over soon. Thankfully, the heatwave is gone, for now. I'm bracing myself for the next one, whenever it may be. Until then, I can find some solace knowing that I survived the first month of summer. And you, how was your June? Did you enjoy it?

Barrière de lavande

 Je vais faire un aveu: je ne porte pas dans mon coeur certains de mes voisins. Surtout l'une de nos voisines, que j'appelle la vieille grebiche. Mais il faut lui donner ça: elle est meilleure jardinière que moi. Pas que ce soit très difficile. Le jardin qui borde le nôtre a une allée de lavande. Ma femme déteste l'odeur de la lavande, mais moi j'aime bien. Et je me dis que ça fait entre elle et nous une barrière naturelle plutôt jolie.

London, City of Espionage

This post is part of my City of Espionage series started earlier this year, about, well, cities associated with espionage and intelligence world in both fiction and the real world. This series is itself a part of a broader series of posts about spy thrillers. Today is about London. Of course, London is famous for being the residence and office base of the most famous fictitious secret agent in the world. But he is not the only secret agent that lives in London when he is not on a mission. Of course, London is the city where the headquarters of SIS/MI6 are. Also called Vauxhall Cross. Impressive piece of architecture, which unfortunately I haven't seen in real life just yet. It's in my bucket list. If I can ever take pictures of Vauxhall Cross (one never knows, with the intelligence community), I will share them here. In any case, just because of the MI6 Building, London deserves to be mentioned as a city of espionage. Obviously, it's also an essential centre for the intelligence community.

Larousse 2015

J'ai pris cette photo chez mes beaux-parents, lors de notre dernière visite. Ma belle-mère, qui est francophile et parfaitement bilingue, a donc un Larousse, édition 2015. Je sais que le Larousse n'est pas aussi bon que le Robert, mais je l'ai toujours aimé comme ouvrage de référence. Je me rappelle mon premier Larousse, édition 1990 je crois. La couverture a changé, mais elle a toujours le fameux pissenlit. Quand je vois des pissenlits, je pense d'ailleurs toujours au Larousse.

Dracula (a memory)

Well, the solstice is done and dusted, so days are slowly getting shorter, hopefully the heatwave should be over soon and this is thus time to... get ready for Halloween. I'm not kidding: I start preparing round this time of year. Yes, because this. But it is nothing new to me, I've always started getting on a spooky mind and preparing for Halloween months before. More than 35 years ago, if I'm not mistaken, in the summer of 1990, I first read Dracula by Bram Stoker. Before I watched any adaptation of the famous novel. I had been wanting to read classics of horror for a while and found a copy of Dracula in the local library. I blogged about it in details in a post from 2018. The memory came back to my mind recently. The novel was a revelation to me and it truly started my love of horror. I was interest in the macabre and scary stories before, but as a child my mother wouldn't let me read such things. As a teenager, she couldn't stop me.

Un vieux globe terrestre

Autre photo prise au Royal Pavilion à Brighton. Vous connaissez sans doute (peut-être) mon intérêt pour les globes terrestres et les Atlas. Surtout les globes terrestres. Surtout les vieux globes comme celui-ci, avec des couleurs plus vieilles et défraîchies, un peu fades, et sur un support de bois. On dirait que l'on voyage dans un monde ancien, dans une autre époque. J'aimerais avoir assez de place pour en avoir un comme ça ici. On peut rêver.

A Secret Passage?

 I took this picture in Brighton. To be more specific, at the Royal Pavilion. It looks like nothing, just a wall with wallpaper, but look closer and you will see that it hides a door. A secret door opening to a secret passage. Well, maybe it does. According to what I heard in the audio tour, the Pavilion has or had secret passages. From what I remember, to help staff move from one room to the other without being seen or heard while doing service. But it could be used in a more dramatic setting. Secret passages are a staple of old(er) mystery literature, either crime stories or spy thrillers. In a modern story, they come off as cheating, but I always liked them all the same.

"Du bon fromage pour du bon monde"

Photo prise sur la page Facebook de la Fromagerie Boivin lors de la Saint-Jean. C'était pour souligner la Fête, mais ce n'est pas pour revenir sur le 24 que je le partage ici. En fait, j'ai surtout aimé le message dessus, chaleureux et sans prétention. "Du bon fromage pour du bon monde." Oui, je fais une plogue pour ma région et pour un commerce de la région, je n'ai aucune gêne.

Heat in Isola

I know I'm blogging a lot about Ed McBain's 87th Precinct crime novel series these days, as I am reading the books in order of publication (as much as possible). But it struck me that one novel would be very fitting for this summer, either this heatwave or the next. I blogged about Heat back in July 2024, more specifically about a grossly lying cover on its French translation. I hate heatwaves, but they are more bearable when I read seasonal crime fiction. It makes me hate the heat more, ironically enough. But hey, it's not the only novel of McBain set in summertime. He seemed to consider sunshine as evil as I do (see this post). But hey, if you are looking for summertime crime fiction, you can't go wrong with Ed McBain.

Qui a vu le lièvre?

Je bloguais jeudi dernier sur le lièvre qui visitait mes parents et leurs voisins. Mon père l'avait baptisé Bozo. Je suis conscient que Bozo n'est peut-être plus de ce monde, mais s'il y a eu un lièvre dans les environs, il y a de fortes chances qu'il y en a d'autres. Je vais mettre mon père là-dessus. J'aime bien les animaux sauvages en milieu urbain.

Summerween is a thing

A few days ago, while she was doing a grocery shop online, my wife saw some Halloween articles on sale: Jack O'Lantern cushions or something. It must be a manifestation of Summerween. Yes I know the term, which is our word of the day. Do I think it's too early to think about Halloween? No. Do I do Summerween? Well, yes and no. I don't really put any Halloween decorations out, but some of my autumnal ornaments remain on display all year round. And I do long for Halloween all year, so I make a countdown to the countdown. I start reading horror stories in summertime (albeit maybe not that early) and watch horror related stuff. It helps me cope with the heat and the long days. Be that as it may, I'm glad I'm not the only one to be in a spooky mood already.

Pour un instant...

 Bon, c'est toujours la  la Saint-Jean, notre Fête nationale, alors je partage de la musique québécoise. Comme je suis toujours en deuil de Serge Fiori depuis l'an dernier, je repartage un grand classique d'Harmonium. Dans des temps plus difficiles, comme c'est le cas ces jours-ci, leur chanson la plus émouvante vaut la peine d'être écoutée. En espérant que ça vous donne un instant de joie, ou du moins de calme, pour votre 24.

A Poutine in London

It is Saint John the Baptist's Day, also known as the Nationale Day of Quebec. Even as an expat, I celebrate it every year. On the day itself and, since 2024, in London the Saturday before, at the the Garden Bar. As I mentioned last year, the DGLQ organises every year a special event there for all the Quebec expats living in the UK and their friends and families. It allows me to speak to my fellow Quebeckers (and in French), listen to Québec music and... eat poutine. Far from the best poutine I had, but a decent one, with real cheese curds. This year, they had nothing else on the menu, knowing nobody wanted anything but what we truly long for. By the way, one word about our most famous national dish: make no mistake, this is 100% a Québec invention. With its fairly new popularity, poutine has been often labeled a Canadian dish. Truth is, it has been snubbed by the rest of Canada for years until fairly recently. So I always get a bit miffed when someone claims it's a Canadian dish. Because it's truly Québécois, both in origins and spirit. It's simple, yet unapologetically excessive.

C'est notre tour...

C'est aujourd'hui la Fête nationale du Québec. L'an prochain, ça fera 20 ans que je la fête de l'Angleterre. J'essaie de transmettre à petit loup au moins un peu de québécitude. Petit à petit, année après année, ça fait son effet. Enfin bref, comme à chaque année sur ce blogue, je partage Gens du pays. C'est quand même un bel hymne national sans prétention.