Green Camo

Last Sunday, we went to a little gathering with the two uni besties of my wife and their families. All in all, there were seven children, ranging from four to fifteen, if I'm not mistaken. The oldest kid, a boy who is now in the cadet, had old army surplus trousers that didn't fit him anymore. Like proper army trousers, camo and all. He generously gave them to Wolfie. Our son loves his camo clothes, it's like free clothes for our War Game. And now he has authentic army clothes, in genuine khaki green. Wolfie loves the colour green, I think it might be why he loves camo clothes actually.

Relire Mafalda

Lorsque le mois d'août arrive, j'ai toujours un sentiment de mélancolie. Je crois que c'est le cas pour beaucoup de monde: c'est la dernière ligne droite des vacances et c'est un sentiment qui est ancré dans notre psychée depuis l'enfance. Pour y remédier, je relis Mafalda. J'ai blogué sur ma découverte de Mafalda l'an dernier. Le livre que vous voyez ici, c'est le deuxième Mafalda que j'ai lu. Je n'ai pas d'albums ici, hélas, enfin pas pour le moment. Mais au moins j'ai ce bouquin pour lire sur son histoire, sa culture et mieux comprendre son époque et le contexte de ses gags, qui m'ont si souvent guéri de ma mélancolie du mois d'août.

Puzzles for Spies

Oh the treasures one can find in the local bookshop! And this year, I am really developing an interest for all things spies. Anyway, during my last stop at the local bookshop, I saw Puzzles for Spies. I did not buy it, although I was very tempted. Not for me, of course not, but for my son, who loves these kinds of games. It's produced by the GCHQ, so it must have at least some level of authenticity. Be that as it may, it can also inspire us in our games. So I might buy the book for his birthday.

Une tarte aux bleuets

 Mon frère PJ est chez mes parents, il a donc demandé comme dessert durant son séjour une tarte aux bleuets. C'est LE dessert du Saguenay-Lac-Saint-Jean. Je n'en ai pas eu depuis des années.

Can't. Talk. Now. Reading.

A couple of months ago, we went to High Wycombe. Not something I enjoy, but I digress. At least, they have a Waterstone's, so we stopped there. And boy do I love stopping in a Waterstone's. Anyway, at my wife's insistence, I behaved, mostly: I did not buy new books, however I did purchase a few bookmarks. One of them being this one. I have not used it yet. I don't only hoard books, I also collect bookmarks (as you probably know if you have been following this blog for a while). I have my favourite ones, as well as a number of makeshift ones I use just for kicks. I have not used this one yet, but it's both funny and true. I think it might come in particularly handy, especially in a busy household.

Des Tournesols

Nous sommes allés voir des amis il y a quelques jours. Dans leur jardin, ils ont fait pousser des tournesols. Ils n'ont pas l'air trop mal, malgré la chaleur qui n'arrête pas. Mais ces tournesols (quatre en tout) me donnent espoir. Je sais qu'on les associe parfois à l'été, à cause de leur couleur jaune solaire, mais pour moi ils représentent l'automne et les récoltes. Surtout qu'on les voit souvent dans les décorations automnales, parfois avec des épouvantails. Alors je regarde ces tournesols et je me rappelle qu'il devrait y avoir un automne. Enfin, éventuellement.

Fauda in September

This is a quick post to give you a bit of cool news for amateurs of spy and crime drama (and an even cooler news for people who like Krav Maga and like to see it and violence in general depicted realistically). So Israeli actor Lior Raz recently announced that season five of the thriller series Fauda, was meant to start on the 8th of September of Netflix. Seriously, it's the best thriller series on Netflix, bare none. It's my favourite anyway. I am so looking forward to it and I recommend that you watch it. It's suspenseful, it's gripping, it's brutal, it's so believable, it's absolutely beautiful.

Calembour lunaire (et atroce)

Je reviens sur l'éclipse d'hier avec un calembour atroce qui m'est venu en tête. Avertissement, traumavertissement même: il est vraiment mauvais. Alors donc, le voici: 

Je ne sais pas si vous avez assisté à l'éclipse solaire hier. La lune est passée devant le soleil, puis elle s'est éclipsée.

 Je sais, je sais, je devrais avoir honte de débiter des âneries pareilles. Traitez-moi de lunatique tant que vous voulez.

Dungeons & Dragons (about an anniversary)

I try to mark the time every year, even though I don't know the exact date. But anyway: my brothers and I, as well as some friends who were playing with us at the time, started our Dungeons & Dragons campaign back in August 1992. The world we had invented wasn't as developed as it became, but he already had potential. Now decades later, my brothers and I don't play together anymore, however I have started a new campaign in the same world with Wolfie. So the world lives on and helps develop someone else's imagination.

Des Santons de Charlevoix pour septembre

Tiens, ça faisait un bail que je n'avais pas visité la page Facebook des Santons de Charlevoix. La photo que vous voyez date de septembre 2023. Je me disais que ce serait bien de pouvoir ajouter à mes décorations d'automne quelques santons. Je trouve que cette photo fait très automne, d'ailleurs.

Eclipse (and Pink Floyd)

 There is an eclipse today, so, of course, I am sharing a song from Pink Floyd to commemorate. It is, of course, Eclipse. And it is absolutely epic.

Le 12 août, j'achète un livre québécois

Photo prise sur la page Facebook des Bouquinistes.Nous sommes le 12 août aujourd'hui, c'est donc pour vous le temps d'acheter un livre québécois. Je le ferais aussi, si j'étais au Québec. Je vais peut-être tenter d'en trouver un ici, on ne sait jamais. Sinon, vous trouverez des suggestions d'achats ici et là, notamment. Et, si vous êtes à Chicoutimi, achetez-le donc aux Bouquinistes.

To revisit Harry Bosch

I am now in a spooky mood, as you know, being Augtober and all, so I have started reading other things than crime fiction. That said, something came to my mind about my favourite genre: I haven't read a Michael Connelly novel in more than a decade. I only read for novels of him, all in the Harry Bosch series, all in the earlier entries. For a famous and prolific crime writer like him, it might surprise you. I haven't blogged about him either, this post is a first. So you can guess that, while I enjoyed Connelly's novels, I'm far from a diehard fan. I guess there are crime writers I prefer. The first one I read was Angels Flight, back in 2006. I think that it should be time to revisit him and read more, especially about Harry Bosch. If you have any title to recommend me, please let me know in the comments.

Chocolats aux bleuets (temps limité)

Photo prise sur la page Facebook des Pères trappistes. On dirait qu'ils ont finalement décidé d'être plus présents sur les réseaux sociaux et de faire plus de publicité pour leurs chocolats aux bleuets. J'espère qu'ils sont de retour pour un temps pas trop limité, mais je crois, je crains, que les stocks sont moins importants cette année. Dans tous les cas, c'est un rappel.

A Ragtag Bunch of Misfits

Anybody in for a bit of trope talk? Here is one I am pretty fond of. You ever heard of a Ragtag Bunch of Misfits? Briefly, it's a team of heroes or protagonists made of heteroclite, mismatched members, some professional, some experts, but some not, with different backgrounds and conflicting personalities. It's often used in sci-fi adventures and in fantasies, I'm sure you can think of a lot of titles that use this trope, but it works for all genres and I particularly enjoy it in crime fiction, sometimes even in spy thrillers. And, I might add, sometimes the best of the genre: the Major Crimes Unit in The Wire is made of a ragtag bunch of misfits. They gather a bunch of cops from various departments, some (real or perceived) humps, some mavericks, into one unit to wrap up a hot potato case, they end up showing to be the best of the best. They're also great in heist stories. This trope makes for great character interaction. I use it in my own writing, because I love it so much.

Un sorbier sur notre chemin

Nous nous sommes promenés en ville (enfin, sur la rue principale de notre petite ville) il y a quelques temps et, sur le chemin du retour, j'ai pris une photo de ce sorbier. Nous ne sommes pas encore l'automne et c'est encore loin: les feuilles du sorbier sont encore vertes. J'aime les sorbiers. Mes parents en avaient un, mais il n'y est plus. C'est triste, car il était magnifique. Alors depuis, je prends parfois des photos des sorbiers que je vois. Si vous suivez ce blogue depuis longtemps, vous savez que pour moi, c'est un arbre automnal, à cause des couleurs vives de ses feuilles à l'automne, mais aussi à cause de ses fruits orange.

Nannerl (the Schnapps?)

I took this picture during our holiday in Vienna, in one of the many souvenir shops the city has. I used to say that Mozart is everywhere there, but it's also true of his whole family. And it is true of his sister Maria Anna Mozart, better known to the world as Nannerl, her pet name. So she has a schnapps named after her. I guess they were running out of chocolate flavours. Anyway, I tried plenty of beers during our time there, no local wine (to my great shame) and no schnapps. Maybe I should have tried this one, given my love for her brother's music. And side note: I'm wondering what she would think of having her face and name used to brand a drink. And next to an Empress, no less.

Les passeports pour le Salon du livre

Petite annonce: j'apprends grâce à la page Facebook du Salon du Livre du Saguenay Lac-Saint-Jean que les passeports pour le Salon seront en vente dès le 1er septembre. Moi, ça va, j'ai mon passeport à vie. Lire ce billet pour plus de détails, si ça vous intéresse. Hélas, je ne pourrai pas en profiter cette année encore, bien entendu. Mais c'est quand même plaisant de savoir que j'ai un lien comme ça avec ma région.

Herbert West, Reanimator

What you see here is a portrait of Dr. Herbert West taken from the RPG game Call of Cthulhu. Horror fans will know him as the villainous protagonist from H.P. Lovecraft's aptly titled Herbert West-Reanimator. The not so good doctor is a disciple if Frankenstein and he reanimates dead bodies. Except he is far more ruthless and cynical about it. Frankly, he is utterly amoral and has no redeeming qualities whatsoever. The short story is not very well written, Lovecraft considered it an old shame, yet it's very entertaining and genuinely scary. I am blogging about it today because they are filming a new adaptation. I'm carefully optimistic. They made a Re-Animator back in 1985, which was followed by sequels, but the film was very loosely adapted from the source material and turned into a gory horror comedy. Still fun to watch, but I think, I hope, that the new adaptation will be suitably dark. Anyway, I am in my countdown to the countdown to Halloween, so always nice to keep myself in a spooky mood and look forward to new horror movies.

Du chocolat aux bleuets

Je partage encore une fois une photo qui ne vient pas de la page Facebook des Pères trappistes. Ils ont été assez discrets cette année sur les réseaux sociaux, enfin c'est mon impression. Je ne sais pas trop pourquoi. Mauvaise récolte? Des messages de certains amis me le laisseraient croire. Mais enfin bref. Mon père m'a envoyé des photos de ses stocks de bleuts enrobés de chocolat, donc au moins tout n'est pas perdu.

The Open Gates of Hell

As you probably know, we are in a never ending heatwave. I mean, yes, it has been cooler these last few days, the heatwave is technically gone, but some meteorologists are forecasting another soon. The fifth or the fourth one, I have literally lost count. And it hasn't probably rained for at least a month, a month and a half maybe. Okay, it rained on Tuesday, for like a minute, and not a lot. So we have heatwaves over heatwaves and a very long drought. As I keep saying: "It is as if someone forgot to close the Gates of Hell." Which I think deserves to be a great unknown line.

Encens (calembours atroces)

Ma voisine fait brûler de l'encens dans son jardin ces temps-ci. Elle fait ça le soir. C'est moins irritant que lorsque ses filles fument la cigarette et que la fumée remonte à nos fenêtres de l'étage, juste dans notre chambre, mais c'est agaçant quand même. Hier soir, j'ai soudainement eu en tête quelques calembours atroces, guère plus que des allitérations en fait. Attachez votre tuque avec de la broche, ils sont vraiment mauvais:

-L'encens sent.

-L'encens sent sans bon sens.

-L'encens brûle le soir, mais y'a pas d'encensoir. 

-L'encens, c'est lassant. 

Je sais, je sais, j'ai du temps à perdre. 

Berlin, City of Espionage

This is a new post in my City of Espionage series started in February this year, about cities associated with espionage, in history and fiction. And today, I blog about Berlin, a city I haven't visited yet. Berlin has been a centre for espionage for centuries, since at least the first two world wars, then the Cold War and is still now. I have seen it featured in a few spy thrillers through the years, you must have too. More recently, it was the main setting of Netflix spy thriller Unfamiliar, which I thoroughly enjoyed. I posted about it here. I might post more on the series, but I digress. I don't know if and when I will visit Berlin, but I'm sure I will see the city in the other seasons of Unfamiliar, if there are any, or in other stories.

Bleuets, framboises, fraises, crème...

Mon père aime les desserts simples et frais, surtout l'été. Alors il se fait ces temps-ci un mélange de bleuets, framboises, fraises, crème et sucre d'érable. Et il m'a envoyé des photos pour le blogue. J'avoue que je suis plutôt porté aux trucs plus riches, pour moi les fruits, c'est entre le repas principal et le dessert, justement. À moins qu'ils soient dans une tarte ou un gâteau. Mais bon, on va s'entendre, ça n'a pas l'air trop dégueulasse.

Augtober (You Are Here)

 I found this meme online and I thought I would share it. Because mentally, I'm here. It is not August, it is Augtober. Yes, it's not time to pick up pumpkins yet, but all the same, Halloween is on my mind: I am reading horror stories already and I am this close to decorate the house with autumnal stuff. It's far too hot, the worst summer we had in decades, nevertheless I am looking for signs of autumn. Anyway, that's me. And for you, is it Augtober too?

Chocolat aux bleuets (encore)

Cette photo n'a pas été prise sur la page Facebook des Pères trappistes. Non, c'est mon père qui a acheté des stocks de chocolats aux bleuets et qui a pris cette photo. Je la partage à défaut de pouvoir en manger et parce que c'est le temps des bleuets.

Great Britsh Folklore and Superstition MAP

On my last writing workshop, one of my fellow writers brought this Great British Folklore and Superstition MAP. You can find it, like other maps, on the Marvelous Maps website. I had a good look and I really, but really want one. The map is hard to read, but it gives you the whereabouts of many legendary creatures, haunted places, as well as a few monsters from fiction. It would be a highly valuable source of information and inspiration for my scary stories and for this blog during the countdown to Halloween. Even though I am terrible at folding maps.

Le retour du chocolat aux bleuets

Cette photo a été publiée sur la page Facebook des Pères trappistes le premier août. C'est donc officiel: leur chocolat aux bleuets est de retour. Je ne sais pas si c'était si tardif ou si c'est simplement qu'ils ont été en retard sur l'annonce, mais enfin bref, c'est officiel maintenant. Les meilleurs sont les bleuets enrobés de chocolat noir, si vous voulez mon avis. Enfin bref, je vous encourage à en acheter et en profiter, si vous êtes au Québec.

Bokken (Signature Weapon)

 This post is a new entry in my Signature Weapons series, about weapons that are or should be featured in crime fiction and other genres as signature weapon for heroes and villains. And everyone in-between, really, antiheroes and whoever else. As I was binge-watching a certain animated series with Wolfie (more on that later, maybe, I discovered a new weapon I didn't know about, at least the term describing it. It's the bokken, a Japanese wooden sword used primarily for training. That said, it can still cause grievous damage if used in real combat. It can even be lethal. It's one of these weapons that I think would be more suitable for a hero than a villain, if only because it is primarily meant to be a training tool. Maybe as a weapon of opportunity sometimes, but as it is in effect a wooden stick used by someone skilled in sword fighting (more specifically kentjutsu), I could really see a fighter either from Japan or with ties to Japan using the bokken as a way to subdue his adversaries without killing them. There is just something potentially ethical about this weapon which I like a lot. And it also has a sober elegance, even though in the end it's just a wooden stick. All the same, I love the bokken and I want to see it as someone's signature weapon.

De la verdure et des bureaux

 Je me promenais avec petit loup dans le quartier des affaires de notre petite ville. Les arbres qu'ils ont planté il y a un peu moins d'une dizaine d'années environ commencent à prendre des dimensions et avoir de l'allure. L'arbre que j,ai pris en photo est un Charme commun, enfin je crois. On l'appelle aussi charmine. Une chose m'est venue à l'esprit: les bureaux dans le coin sont vraiment bien, notamment à cause de la verdure autour. Je n'ai pas travaillé dans une entreprise de la ville où je réside depuis des années et jamais dans le parc industriel. Mais si c'était le cas, ça serait vraiment bien: les bureaux ne sont pas trop loin de chez moi et ça me ferait une petite marche de santé facile. En plus et surtout, il y a beaucoup de verdure.

Dracula on Stage at Whitby

Oh the cool things you are made aware of on social media. I found this picture on the Facebook page of Whitby Abbey. They are making a stage adaptation of Dracula by Bram Stoker. I know it has been adapted for theatre plenty of times, with various degrees of success, and this photo looks cheesy as hell, so this adaptation might be rubbish for all I know. That said, as Whitby and its abbey are closely associated with Dracula, so if nothing it could be a great immersive experience. Anyway, you can buy your tickets here. Don't think I can do it this year and Wolfie would be too young to appreciate (as in: he'd be scared). But one day (or one night), I hope I can watch a performance for my countdown to Halloween.

Des requins blancs dans le St-Laurent

J'ai blogué sur le sujet l'an dernier et avant cela en 2023. Mais je ne m'y habitue pas. Enfin bref, j'apprends que cette année aussi, il y a une présence accrue de requins blancs dans le Saint-Laurent. Ce n'est pas nécessairement une mauvaise nouvelle, au moins selon une experte. Moi, je ne m'inquiète pas tant de leur présence (je sais qu'ils ont une mauvaise réputation surfaite et que c'est une espèce en danger), que pour la raison de leur présence aussi loin au nord. Quand les eaux du Québec deviennent tropicales à cause des changements climatiques, c'est toujours inquiétant.

Lammas Day ("there comes an autumn sickle...")

 

And as the daylight's fading
When Lammas has come in
And gleamers go to work among the stubble
There comes an autumn sickle
To cut the summer's throat
Before the season knows it is in trouble

Martin Newell, Black Shuck

 We are Lammas Day, the first of August. As a tradition on Vraie Fiction, I quote this poem, maybe my favourite poem ever. A scary story in the form of a poem. Anyway, for me these verses remind me that autumn and Halloween are coming and they put me in an autumnal and spooky mood.

Les Bouquinistes et le 12 août

Photo prise sur la page Facebook des Bouquinistes. Nous sommes le premier août et dans moins de deux semaines, je vous rappelle d'acheter un livre québécois. Et pourquoi pas aux Bouquinistes, si vous âssez dans le coin.

Last Day of July

 We are the last day of July, at long last. How has it been for you? I have been hating July 2026, oh so much! I never like July, it is my least favourite month of the year. Because it's a summertime month, because it's generally the hottest, because it's prone to heatwaves. And we've had heatwaves over heatwaves this year. So I hated July even more than usual. Anyway, now at least it's ending. Yes, I know, the hot weather will not disappear by magic, but at least the evening will fall earlier and earlier. And we can hope that heatwaves will eventually end. Be that as it may, good riddance to this July.

Lulu et son chocolat aux bleuets

Je le savais déjà, mais la page Facebook de la Chocolaterie Lulu (d'où j'ai pris cette photo) m'a rappelé qu'ils vendent aussi du chocolat aux bleuets. Je ne sais pas si c'est aussi bon que celui des Pères trappistes, en général ils sont un tantinet moins bons (un juste pas aussi bons), cela dit je les essaierais quand même.

Sisters July and September

 If you are looking for horror to read during Summerween, something to get you ready until the real spooky season officially starts, I have a suggestion for you: Sisters by Daisy Johnson. This is what I'm reading at the moment. It's very much psychological horror, there is no monster or maniac lurking in the dark, unless you count the demons in the minds of the protagonists.  Before writing this post, I learned that it's been adapted into a film titled September Says in 2024, so pretty recently. I will try to find it online. The plot is about two sisters, July and September, born ten months apart, who are living in a remote family home with their single mother after an incident of school bullying. I don't want to give anything away, but said bullying is so far the most chilling part of the novel. You can tell why it's a perfect read for now, with the names of the protagonists. Halloween is also featured briefly. Otherwise, it's very much in the line of Shirley Jackson, a slow burn, slow built horror thriller that relies on unease, atmosphere and corner-of-eye occurrences to create terror.

Le chocolat aux bleuets, saison 2026

Ils ne font pas de grands sparages sur la page Facebook des Pères trappistes (je me demande d'ailleurs pourquoi) mais je crois comprendre via mes amis sur les réseaux sociaux que les chocolats aux bleuets sont maintenant en vente. Parmi mes lecteurs du Saguenay (ou même ailleurs au Québec), vous me direz si je me trompe, si vous visitez l'un de leurs points de vente.

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.