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A Brief Interruption…

Tongue in Cheek Blog, by Corey Amaro

 

 

 A brief interruption to what I had hoped to do today. I was going to share the answer to the weird little thing French Husband found at the brocante. (By the way, your comments are good, really good… but it is not a knife rest.) I made a video, and was set to download it when poof it went somewhere between my computer, my phone and YOU TUBE. I don't know where, and need time to figure it out. So until I do her is a bouquet of flowers to say thank you for responding yesterday and everyday to my blog. I appreciate your comments very much.

 

Also I forgot to tell you… and I know you will be as happily surprised as I was.

From our apartment in Paris I walked down the street to catch the bus to go to the other side of Paris to see Chelsea when poof this appeared at the end of the block.

A happier poof than losing my video in cyberspace.

 

 

Eiffel tower

The Iron Lady at the end of Rue du Chateau. 

Down the street from where I live in Provence there is a fountain, down the lane from where I grew up there is another rice field and a mail box. At the end of every road there is something worth seeing. 

Hope your day is full of good surprises.

 

What is at the end of your street?

 

Tomorrow my video should be up and running, or evaporated in thin air.

Comments

38 responses to “A Brief Interruption…”

  1. jody

    yikes, i hope you recover everything floating around out there!
    i have a question, i commented on the guessing game and then went to comment again, but couldn’t. can you tell me why? have a great weekend, xoxo jody

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  2. Merisi in Vienna

    I hope you’ll find that naughty video in its hiding place, soon! 😉
    At the end of my street is a church and behind it a big hill, the beginning of the Vienna Woods (a native Viennese would probably scold me, so I add that the woods and meadows behind the church have a most heavenly name, something like “Heavenly Court”). Right now, you could go sledding up there. It has been snowing since last night, all day long. Mister Winter has decided Vienna’s the place to stay forever and ever!
    Hugs,
    M.

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  3. Smee

    oh boo and hiss on your video becoming lost in space. Perhaps it’s up there visiting with a talk/speech I wrote (and lost?)a year ago. It must be a wonderful place that world where lost things go!
    As for my street…it used to be a “newly wed/nearly dead” curving little side street with young marrieds squishing babies and dogs into too small quarters; with a few grammas and grampas tossed in for good measure. Then the economy took a dive and now there are only 5 originals left on the street and the rest have been occupied by opportunistic thugs and scoundrels, who love to scribble and thieve, sad, but true. So now we lock our doors and walk in the park, and remember that once upon a time, not too long past, there was a rainbow at the end of our block.

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  4. Star

    Sorry to hear of your technical glitches.
    But yay for the Iron Lady making an appearance front and center!
    We live on a corner. The street that goes with our address (where our mailbox is) just goes down to a cul de sac and comes back–10 houses in all, so I guess it ends in someone’s driveway! If you go one way on the street along the side of our house, you end up in another cul de sac and in the other direction there is a child care center at the stop sign and then if you proceed across the intersection, you’re in the parking lot of a city park (soccer field, softball diamonds, skateboard area, tennis courts, etc.).

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  5. Bev S.

    Well at one end of my street, there is a cul de sac which leads down to the woods. At the other end is another street.
    Today, though at the end of the street while I was walking my dogs was one of my neighbors who is all of 9 years old. She was sitting on the curb, with a blanket around her, high heels, unmatching socks and a pillowcase full of “things.”
    I asked her if she was running away and she said that she was. I then asked her if I could take her someplace and she told me no, that she was fine.
    I started walking on and then turned around and she assured me that she was fine and knew how to get home (her house was about 5 houses away) and I said, that I knew that she was fine but that some other people were not so fine so would she mind running away from home a little closer on our street (which was closer to her home). She said that that was fine too and followed me closer to her house.
    I then went on my way. When I returned home she was no longer there so I knocked on my neighbor’s door to ask if the runaway had returned home. She had.

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  6. “Auntie”

    What a wonderful poof, to appear, at the end of your block!!!!!!!!!! Super-dooper-dooper-wonderful-poof. 🙂
    I can still remember seeing it, all lit up at night. Though that memory, will be 14 years ago, this spring.
    Gentle hugs,
    “Auntie”

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  7. Diogenes

    At the end of my block is Hugo’s, a hippy dippy cafe that is quite popular with locals. Large outdoor patio and many people bring their dogs. Also on my block, there is the Macha Theater, a 99-seat theater (MACHA = Mujeres Advancing Culture, History and Art). Recently Sandra Bernhard played there. Take a left and in a few feet you will be at Marix Tex-Mex Cafe, which occupies a 1920s house with a courtyard. The courtyard is good for margarita happy hour!
    Love the Tour Eiffel picture.

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  8. Pauline

    Good to see that Mr Eiffel’s tower still stands at the end of the street.I live on a corner and to the right I look up a Georgian High Street to a small town hall.To my left you can travel over a wonderful 15 century sandstone bridge over a river and up a hill.There sits a church surrounded by gravestones and the ground covered by snowdrops,delicate messengers of Spring.That only leaves down the street to look at…a huge viaduct crosses th street and arches right over the town.Now you’ve made me open my eyes to where I live it’s really rather nice.

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  9. Rebecca from the pacific northwest

    At the end of my street (which is more a road than a street, a distinction my farm-raised father emphasized to town-raised me): trees and more trees — Douglas firs, cedars, madronas, hemlocks. And at the end of the road beyond my road: Puget Sound. Specifically, Colvos Pass and a view of Vashon Island.

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  10. Eileen

    There is an old, city golf course at the end of our block. During the winter months it is also used for sledding by the neighborhood children and cross-country skiers. Nice… but I’d rather see the Eiffel Tower at the end of the street instead 😉

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  11. Suzanna

    golly molly how exciting your apartment location, opps, missed the glass thing but saw it, lets see, washing and scrubbing linen napkins in the sink, ha ha ha, silly ~ right now I am listening to the rain, some chill music, and the tweets of the birds & frogs chirping between downpours, love it seeing everything turning gleaming colors of green in different hues, browns, yellows, deep reds ~ XO

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  12. Kathie B

    Up the street 0.5 miles from us is the spur road to our local shopping mall, one of the largest in the region. On the days before Xmas its traffic backs up all the way to our house, which is great for our tax base but not for getting out of the driveway without delay!
    Go another 0.4 miles up our street and there’s a five-way intersection, which I find geometrically fascinating because none of the streets is at a right angle vis-à-vis any of the other four. Fortunately it has stoplights, but if one just misses the green light, it’s a few minutes before one’s turn again. Beats having a traffic accident if there were no stoplight there, of course…

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  13. Marilyn

    Down the street from me is an avenue of trees. An arboretum in the middle of the road. When Spring comes the soft green new growth will be beautiful.

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  14. Ardis

    Poof, that is good about everyday. One needs to keep an open mind and wide eyes. At the end of our road is a forest. How cool is that for a city girl? Almost as good as the Iron Lady at the end of your street in Paris. Not quite.

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  15. Janet

    At one end of our street a winery, at the other end,
    a golf course. In between are lots of little
    homes with pretty gardens.

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  16. g

    i live on a cul de sac, so at the top of the street is a cross street and 1 block west is a 4 way intersection and what i would consider a main road as it runs through the entire neighborhood- behind the houses at the bottom is some woods and a small creek that just recently i learned the name of- gilbert’s run

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  17. Lynne

    At the end of my street is a road, and the road leads to a highway and the highway leads to an interstate and that gives me a means of travel. The interstate leads to an airport, and I can fly, and that leads me to places not yet visited. I feel like I am very fortunate . . . free to be . . .

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  18. Dianne

    I am blessed to be living at Alki Point in Seattle. At the north end of my street is Puget Sound, with views of Bainbridge Island, Alki Beach and the Space Needle. At the south end of my street is Constellation Park and Puget Sound with views (like Rebeccas’) of Blake and Vashon Islands and sometimes on the most magical of days…Orcas…

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  19. Tammy

    At the end of my road is a little open space that is beautiful when the sun sets. I live in the country and it is my favorite time of day. Have a blessed weekend

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  20. Momof5

    You win! I can’t top that view! At the end of my street is a post office, tennis club and T stop.

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  21. head in the sun

    At the end of my street is a former lunatic asylum!
    True.
    Look.
    http://araratdailyphoto.blogspot.com.au/2009/02/aradale-lunatic-asylum.html

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  22. RebeccaNYC

    The George Washington Bridge…sort of. Broadway passes it by, but not by much. Its not the Eiffel Tower, but at night, all lit up, it is a beautiful sight! I’ll take your street over mine, any day! xox

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  23. Karen Mitcham-Stoeckley

    At the end of my “rue’ is an arch that was built in the 11th century that opens to a very nice village called Les Arcs sur Argens. I am so fortunate to have been able to spend 6+ months in this village where I have made wonderful friends,written a cookbook and learned to make Lemoncello just yesterday with The Wild Women of the Var WWV. Just down the main street is the gare where I can catch a TGV train to Paris and at the end of that street stands the Iron Lady. You gotta love this place!!!!

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  24. Chico Sue

    A friend of mine once told me that “life is not a contest”, but I think that today you won the …what’s at the end of your street contest.!!!!!

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  25. jend’isère

    Who needs pictures of Tour d’Eiffel when she is poking her nose around many a hidden corer around the City of Light? One end of my street is a fortressed mountain and the other adjoins thelongest straight avenue in Europe.

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  26. France Forever 24/7

    Paris indeed holds many poof type surprises around her corners & streets – have a great weekend!

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  27. labergerebasque

    At the end of our street is a stone bridge over a deep river gorge where people sometimes go rock climbing. On the end of the bridge is a cable contraption where bread and mail where “sent over the river” to the other side for those shepherds who lived in the summer huts while the sheep were in high pasture…there are deep wilderness canyons, pools and oak forests where the suns rays only penetrate in winter.

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  28. Debbie

    We are lucky enough to live at the end of our street and from the end of our garden we can see the sea, the city skyline and the Auckland harbour bridge – which, at present, is backlit, when the sun sets behind it! Still, I think I’d prefer the “Iron Lady”!.

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  29. judyo

    At the end of my street is a road. Across the road is a corn field. In the spring and fall the Canadian geese stop there on their flight north or south. Sometimes you can also see deer eating the corn. Down that road is an apple orchard and beyond that a few miles is the ocean. I love where I live but I would also love walking to the end of your street and seeing the Eiffel Tower. WOW!

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  30. Nancy in Solana Beach

    So wonderful that you discovered the Iron Lady when walking on Rue de Chateau. Everything about your apartment and location is delightful!
    When I walk out my door I see the Pacific Ocean and all its splendor.

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  31. double d

    Wow! One of my favorite. When last in Paris, the only pic my granddaughter asked for was the Iron Lady!!!
    At the end of my block is the Bunker Hill monument!

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  32. Zosia

    What a lovely surprise to have the view of the Eiffel Tower close by.
    At the end of the street where I grew up was my high school.
    Have a lovely weekend, Corey!

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  33. annie vanderven

    Oh I wish I had this view, but for now I have to content myself with a frozen lake and forlorn Canada geese.
    Annie v

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  34. Georgane Sullivan

    Flathead Lake is at the end of my lane. It is the largest fresh water lake west of the Mississippi River. A lot of people would prefer it over the Eiffel Tower. I would love to have both worlds available. But soon I will be there to see Paris and soak in life in France.

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  35. mary

    What a lovely surprise 🙂
    My road ends by the Annapolis Basin which is very beautiful and if you go down a little dirt road you will come across an abandoned little lighthouse 🙂

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  36. vagabonde

    A little bit down my road it goes in front of Kennesaw Mountain and through Kennesaw Mountain National Battlefield Park – a great Civil War battle was fought there where thousands were killed. Sometimes there is a lot of traffic on my road as many tourists visit the park. I realize you have too many commentors to have visited my little blog, but you know I am French – I was born and raised in Paris – at the end of my street where I grew up I could see the Sacré Coeur. When I visited my mum in Paris (twice a year for decades) I was always pleasantly surprised to see the old Tour Eiffel when I had a chance, par hazard au bout d’une rue ou dans le métro en traversant la Seine (I guess you speak French?)

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  37. Dianne Smith

    At one end, down in a hollow, there is an old town. You can go only in one of two directions. One will take you to Henry Lonfellows “Evangeline” in Grande Pre. Which some of you may have heard of as to where the expulsion of the Acadians took place. Beautiful old grounds with a little church, old trees and some historical remains. The other will take you to Annapolis Royal, another location of the expulsion and if you go far enough, Digby where you used to be able to take a cat and go to Maine. I do not know if still in use. You would pass by the Botanical Gardens of Acadia University, well worth a visit.

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  38. mimi

    WOW! Quite the sight at the end of a road…

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