When I saw this band today I immediately thought of a French expression that goes "faire quelque chose 'en fanfare'" (to do something triumphantly, or at least with a lot of positive energy). Fanfare means marching band, like this one I photographed at Place de l'Hotel de Ville. So let me wish you to start the week "en fanfare", like the one we're going to have in Paris where the sun is going to shine all week ;-)
BTW, I just had dinner with someone the regular visitors to PDP all know: Alexa (who is currently visiting Paris ;-) Great to see her again after meeting her first in NYC in 2008.
Wishing you a wonderful week too! Enjoy the sun! So glad you had a chance to see another of the PDP faithful! xo A
ReplyDeleteYes, say hello to Alexa, who also comments regularly on the Venice Daily Photo, I believe.
ReplyDeleteHope Alexa has a great stay in Paris...how could she not? ;-) Cool you could meet again. Time to strike up the band and wish you a week of sunshine and golden memories.
ReplyDeleteLove the photo of my neck of the woods, Eric! Everyday deserves a fanfare in the Marais, n'est-ce-pas?!? And The Carousel too...my favourite.
ReplyDeleteSo happy you dined with Alexa! Have a wonderful time on your sojourn, Alexa...and keep your eyes peeled on April Fools for étrangers bearing paper fish and tape!
I'm so glad the sun is going to shine for you this week! That is worth any amount of fanfare. I'm really looking forward to more sun this week, and I hope you enjoy it just as much.
ReplyDeleteSo happy that you got to have dinner with Alexa! (Hope you have and are having a fantastic trip, Alexa! :)
Oooh... One of my favourites!
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(c)1957 M. Willson
Seventy six trombones led the big parade
With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand
They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuosos;
the cream of every famous band.
Seventy six trombones caught the morning sun
With a hundred and ten cornets right behind
There were more than a thousand reeds springing up like weeds,
There were horns of every shape and kind
There were copper bottom tympani in horse platoons
Thundering, thundering, all along the way
Double bell euphoniums and big bassoons
Each bassoon having his big fat say
There were fifty mounted cannon in the battery
Thundering, thundering, louder than before
Clarinets of every size and trumpeters who'd improvise
A full octave higher than the score
Seventy six trombones hit the counter point
While a hundred and ten cornets played the air
To the rhythm of 'Harch Harch Harch!'
All the kids began to march
And they're marching still, right today