Merci beaucoup to everyone who came out to enjoy the beautiful weather under Parisian/Baltimore skies. The group shot says it all. The accordian was moony, the fountain was Junie, and Lisa’s salad nicoise & clafouti were simply divoonie. A golden beret for George Figgs’ transportive read, and a Ripley’s Believe It Or Not award to Sam Hillers for crossing the border.
Monsieur Figgs delivers le reading avec punch.
L’artiste au cafe.
“A Brief Exchange” by TooLoose LeTrek.
The multi-talented Monsieur Rouse.
Portrait of the artist as an old man.
Em’s ! (74 rue du Cardinal Lemoine, Paris, 5e)
We were really nervous about this one. A derecho, no AC, no O’s game reception, a lot of flaming drinks and a small child. And yet the Mother’s Worry wrecking crew rang the gong once again to turn this quaint neighborhood staple into a Bali Hai dream.
It has to be a dream when the ghost of Wolfman Jack does a perfect Scottish accent.
A mighty ‘xie xie’ to the amazing staff who kept us in flames, egg drop and edamame with a column B of charm. 谢谢
Backwash is hilarious.
Jaws dropped as bard Mary recited her Ballad of Adlai Dallas.
Photography courtesy of the sparkling Sally Hutchins!
A little drizzle couldn’t stop the sizzle for Installment Party #6 as burger grease flare ups cast dramatic shadows on the tiki deck and Ed fired up the bullhorn to deliver one of the best readings yet across Holabird Ave.
Rat a tat tat!
Whoa! We did it! Thanks to the loan of Donna’s road crew vest and a guest list of seasoned authority thwarters, we didn’t even get a citation. “Nothing to see here Officer, just a bus shelter full of people enjoying little cups of potato salad on a summer’s eve.”
The City that Reads!
King of the Road Wes Goodwin
Rock star makes the scene with panache and Royal Farm powdered donuts.
Wanted man Nathanial K. keeps a low profile while the cops prowl.
To the bewildered driver of the #11. “We’re all waiting for the #13.”
To the perplexed driver of the #13. “We’re all waiting for the #11.”
The Smithy is one funny guy.
That’s right random passenger, take one. By all means!
How to warp the formative years.
Pintet cracks open the latest installment while the MTA police read over her shoulder.
Cordell hops the #11.