A rainy spring day in Le Havre … the other DrC - apple of my eye for yea these many decades - continues to cough. I wrote yesterday about being tied up alongside in Honfleur across the mouth of the Seine. Whereas Honfleur is a charming small fishing village, Le Havre is the French equivalent of San Pedro, a busy working industrial port, the second most important port in France, after Marseilles.
We will stay aboard today, loafing around and doing not much of anything. Maybe watch some of the Vatican ceremonial goings-on, with their two thousand years of practice, few do it better.
Here in Le Havre we are near surrounded with the gigantic blades of wind turbines, many dozens of them lying side by side covering acres of storage space. Our sleek little cruise ship must look as out of place as a princess who inexplicably finds herself on a factory floor.
The Europeans are as serious about going carbon-free as everyone says. It is peculiar that they are largely alone among nations in this seriousness. If Europe actually had a representative government instead of one run by a self-perpetuating EU bureaucratic oligarchy, they’d not be as gung-ho about being green.
The rain has gone and the sun is shining, but it is not warm outside. There are still puddles on the deck. That same thing happens along the CA coast where I grew up. Remembering what Mark Twain said about how cold he was one summer day in San Francisco. I grew up in an era when people still left their hearts in SF, but I was never one of them.
Tomorrow we are in port at Zeebrugge near Bruges in Belgium. It would be fine to acquire some Belgian chocolate, they are the world’s master chocolatiers although the Swiss and Germans give them competition.
