We watched the last couple of episodes from S3 of Tehran last night and, let me say, it ended with a Bang!
A very satisfying bang at that.
The build-up through three season of this Israeli spy thriller has been expertly done, with twisty, savvy, politically-dripping storylines ripped from the headlines. What with guest appearances from Glenn Close and Hugh Laurie, the acting has been top-notch. The writing gripping. And the tension, absolutely nerve-wrecking.
But, is it the end? No. It seems not. There’s one more season coming next year. And I for one can’t wait to see what the ruthless Yulia has in store for our intrepid spy, Tamar.
Decided to take a short bus trip to the upper rue st. Jean to go buy ice cream, as you do. And thought to snap a couple of photos along the way just for a bit of colour. And will you look at that blue sky? We’re having a great month of beautiful weather.
Thirty posts. No schedule, no daily pressure. Everyday pictures, shot the same day, no perfection.
As we have 3 months of Apple TV for free, we started binge watching one show after another. And, last night, watched the first few episode of the world’s worst TV show, ever: Star City.
I mean, come on people, every last character on this really show was speaking with a regional British accent that, quite honestly, had me laughing. Aren’t they all supposed to be, eh, Russian?
I think I was in some sort of cultural shock, or something. Hearing these people earnestly being cruel and vindictive in a harsh northern English accent, or delivering dead-pan sentiments of someone’s misconduct with a Glaswegian twang was just too much. Then, when, the erstwhile (boo, hiss) baddie, Anna Maxwell Martin as Lyudmilla Raskova, the head of the KGB surveillance department at Star City bleated on at someone, I lost it altogether.
At least in For All Mankind the Russian characters were played by various European actors who had those clipped vowels and accents that lent credibility to them being ‘Russian’. But in Star City?
It’s like we’re stuck in a dull rainy corner of Manchester or northern Leeds. Any minute we’ll hear the theme song to Coronation Street playing on a black and white telly in the corner of someone’s apartment.
𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
Daily bunny … the light installations are back on the rue Cartier …
More from yesterday’s walkabout. We stopped to admire three older ladies doing an absolutely fabulous mural on a side wall to a lovely restaurant. The mural apparently depicts scenes from local life on Maguire.
We didn’t get to go where we wanted to go this morning because of the construction going on all over the city, for the new tramway. So, mid-way through our journey we hopped off one bus and pivotted our plans, and headed out on another bus and … went to Maguire street. A favourite food destination.
In a way, I’m glad we did because one, it’s a street full of niche boutiques and restaurants, including my fav (more on that in a minute) and, we discovered, a new endeavour.
A distillery, a place called Cherry River. It’s attached to the old village church. Maguire use to be the main street of an old village long since swallowed up by the ever expanding city years ago. And while the church still stand (unused) the historic hall next door is now, it seems, brewing delicious spirits.
So, of course, we went in and had ourselves a tasting. Various flavoured vodkas, tequila, gin, and a drink they were calling rhum — which I am reliably informed is a sugarcane juice rum. Well, there you go, something I didn’t know but now I do.
And then, as you do, after taking a tipple or two (not that I drank any hard liquor) we walked back towards Maguire and found the 42nd ranked best Pizza restaurant in the world — according to the Michelin Guide — the No. 900.
I, of course, had the ham & mushroom for lunch, as you do.
And you, what’s your drink of choice, and what pizza is your favourite?
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We’re off out on another trip about town to go sightseeing like tourists.
We had an absolutely marvellous day out yesterday, at the Aquarium here, in Quebec City. I got to see my favourite exhibit, the Jellies. These creatures mesmerise me every time I see them.
An hour this morning spent wandering around the University Laval botanical gardens. And why not … it was warm and sunny, and flowers were blooming everywhere.
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Had to pop out early this morning to go get some weekend supplies from our favourite Halle, which is a bus ride away. But well worth the short trip because, I mean, fresh baked croissants, bread, and cake! So yeah, who wouldn’t, right?
Got to the bus stop and, the ‘weird’ tree was in full bloom. Blossoms everywhere.
