61. The Drenchening

Today we went to Lac Daumesnil, a little lake in/near the Bois de Vincennes, over in the southeast corner of Paris. It was lovely, and one of the things Megan had wanted to do since she first came here during the winter was rent one of the barques, or rowboats, and go puttering around on the water. Today we did so, and got what we deserved.

No kids; that's not Sebastien Chabal. Though I understand your confusion.

Megan also rowed; in fact, she seems to think she's better at it than me.

I'm not the one who rowed us into a tree, however.

When it was cold, my lover chose to go

to Bois Vincennes and said, “When it gets warm

I'll bring Nat here; we'll rent a boat to row.”

Today we went and made her dream take form.

Though harder than you'd think, the boat was fun.

We plied Poseidon's land-locked damp domain,

took pics of geese, and smiled up at the sun.

But then the sky cracked open; down came rain.

An open boat; no help from lakeside trees

and nowhere near the usual docking bed.

Upon a hill, a chance to shelter seize:

to shore, then, where we beached the boat and fled.

When rain gave up, we rowed back to the docks.

But I kept two small lakes inside my socks.

We took some pics while we waited for the rain to end.

Megan is having a fine time...

While I look like Jack after he's had a bath.