Brian’s Place

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the garage with the house behind… the gate is behind Eric

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the gate on the left… you can just see the peak of the roof in the trees

Friday 19 October
Our mission: Collect Eric and Alison at the airport at 9:00am. I slept well in Brian’s fine guest bed and woke up at 7:15. No coffee — no nothin” — in the house, so we left for the airport a little before 8:00 to coffee up there. Brian left detailed instructions on getting to the airport, but they bore no reference to the city map, so if we got lost,
Never mind, just go for it.
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Rector Roundrip — Say Cheese

It might not surprise you to know that I had several cheese highlights on our trip. Believe it or not, London is a hub of artisan cheese activity these days; of course you can’t turn around without tripping over cheese in France, even in the South where even the goats sometimes think it’s too hot to make milk; and Spain is a rich but as yet undiscovered cheese territory for me.

Neals Yard Cheeses, Covent Garden, London

Here Alison helps herself to samples of Montgomery’s Cheddar cheese in front of the original Neals Yard Dairy shop in Covent Garden, London. You can see me taking the picture in the reflection of the window where truckle-upon-truckle of aging Cheddar cheese tantalizingly draws you into the shop. Also stacked in front of the shop are crates of British heirloom apples and pears, which we bought several samples of that day.

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Getting to Montpellier

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Thursday 18 October, 2007
We left a call at our Barcelona hotel for 6:30 to have breakfast and get to the station for our 8:45 train to Montpellier. I was really looking forward to that train — Haven”t been on a train since, who knows? — Carol said we”ll have a story for Paula. A train story.

As it turned out, our train story was very short. We got to the station and carried our bags to the gate. “Montpellier,”

A large woman was standing in the archway leading to the platforms. “There is no train to Montpellier today,” is all the woman said, except, “Go to Information.” She pointed left.

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No Country for Old Men

Javier Bardem in No Country For Old Men; Richard Foreman/MiramaxLast night I had the pleasure of attending an Image Film Club screening of the new Coen brother’s film “No Country for Old Men”. I highly recommend it,so for what its worth, here is a thumbnail review of my first thoughts after 12 hours of thinking about nothing else than this film,

In so many words, “creatively splattered blood within an intense triangle of characters and the study of good, not so good, and evil.” Suspenseful and uncompromising. The cinematography and art direction are amazing. Details reveal themselves in endless textures: the light over a motel at dusk, the internal glow of the highway sign tossing add hues across the parking lot. Extreme close-ups last forever, forcing you to examine not only the expression, but to trace the lines across the face and theorize where they came from and what they might mean.

The acting throughout added to the film’s excellence. Javier Bardem portrays the psychopathic killer with an intensity that grasps you tightly every time he is on screen (and even when he is not). Jones is perfect as the platitude-spouting sheriff, and Josh Brolin is totally believable as the blue collar “cowboy” who is the center of the film’s conflict. Even supporting roles are jewels to admire in their simplicity and tactile effect.

Set in Texas in the 80’s,a time frame that works because it takes you back to the place where phones had dials and were attached to walls and poles, where you had to wait for the operator to make a long distance call, and where mop-head haircuts and bell bottoms were still worn by a slice of rural America. Like Fargo, the particular phrasings of the west Texas setting make the dialog ring. “You can”t make up such a thing as that,” Sheriff Tommy Lee Jones” character declares, recalling a newspaper story of a bizarre crime in San Francisco. “I dare you to even try.” “It’s gittin” onto closing time, it is,” “You git on outa here, and don”t be thinkin” you can come back anytime soon.”

The Coens have found their way home in this incredibly memorable new film. Like Millers Crossing — and even Barton Fink — the brothers weave a simple story into a complex, thought provoking classic.

Rectors do Spain

I’ve been checking the Rector site daily, curious to see pictures of our trip to Montpellier and then Spain. Seems others have been too busy to post. So I said to myself “Alison, why don’t you post some pictures yourself?”. Eric just said to me that he plans to write some trip entries himself in the near future.

PS- Marc later added some of his photos below, with his own captions.

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On the Plaza, Toulouse, France

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