FATRAS -- this and that

This picture is of part of a wall mural at René Lévesque and rue Cartier.

I've been working on translating, more than on any other one thing. Monday I finished a first translation of all the poems in Ni Fille de Ni Femme di -- Neither Daughter of nor Wife of -- one of five volumes of poetry by Monique Laforce, a poet of this city. Tonight I go to a writers' group meeting that I learned about from Monique when I heard her read at Café Babylon back in March.

Last night to a knitting group -- I think I've finally learned to turn a heel, thanks to a sweet urban planner named Julie! -- and then to a free showing of Los Olivados, Luis Buñuel's first movie, 1950, about poor boys in Mexico.

The knitting group met again at Café Babylon on St. Vallier. This morning I realized I was missing my little coin purse, bought years ago in Mexico, and called to see if I'd left it there. I had, so went down to Basse Ville (St. Roch) and had a wonderful vegetarian lunch, thus spending more than had been in the coin purse -- le portemonnaie. But what a great lunch it was.

My stack of little poems on receipts is growing. I have to keep the envelope closed with a clothes-pin.