Soapbox

Occasionally, in order to prove there’s nothing extraordinary about them, they’ll make a formal display of their capacity for wasting time. To the women passing by, they are mistakes waiting to be made. All others passing think, “Behold here are vagrants arisen among us!”

An impatient interlude & a scene that captivates and entertains, all the more farcical because it is the carnal pigs and not the passengers’ interlude inside that is the object of every passerby’s attention.

Growing up together in the Paris suburb of Argenteuil, the Grattons sisters, Cécile and Antoinette, and their cousin Émilie Bouchere were an inseparable trio of giggles, secrets and smiles. Too soon, though, growing up became growing away from family, childhood friends and the simple secret pleasures of carousel pigs on a summer afternoon.

Pigs scratch themselves on stone-faced idols, like wooing men exploit virtue and neither comprehends the depths of pleasure or outrage…

Our days are blind dates with circumstance. Dreams are the lens through which our day’s endeavors are dissected. But, to both find our way by moonlight and then see the dawn before the rest of the world, that is each day’s true delight.