Poem for Friday and Leblanc's Etretat

Mon Dieu
By Georgette Leblanc

Mon Dieu,
je ne suis qu'une chose
qui repose
entre vos mains.

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 I stayed away from social media and news sites for a lot of Thursday for my mental health, and that was probably a good call, though I still had trouble focusing on getting any writing done and Daniel and I exchanged Space Force memes. It was a gorgeous day, we took a nice long walk, I got the laundry folded and a bunch of cleaning up done, we had Indian food for dinner. 

Then we binged all five available episodes of Lupin, based on Maurice Leblanc's novels about an early 1900s gentleman thief, which I enjoyed a lot. Like Sherlock, it could use stronger women's roles particularly since this version is set in the modern era, but the lead actor is terrific, the dual-era story arc held my interest, and nearly all the violence is offscreen. 

We walked past author Maurice Leblanc's home in Étretat on the way to the Elephant Rock in 2018, and apparently I never posted those pictures, so here are le clos Arsène Lupin, the Detective Hotel and Cafe, an Etretat bookstore with Lupin souvenirs, the cliffs and the beach. (Leblanc was the sister of Margaret Anderson's lover Georgette Leblanc, whose grave I have visited too.)