The airs of bugle, fife and drum filled the streets of the city, making the boom of fireworks a fitting crescendo. Gangs of young apprentices, drunk on the wine that flowed from the city’s fountains, roamed the streets singing patriotic songs. Every twenty or thirty minutes, canon fire boomed from the castle that brooded over the city, where King GarGar and Queen Pirouette were celebrating their twentieth wedding anniversary, as well as a glorious victory over their loathsome enemies. That would explain the madness that seemed to grip the entire city.
Published by Russell Smith
I was born at the American Hospital in Neuilly-sur-Seine, France. I find inspiration in the lives of so many people from Joan of Arc to Oscar Wilde. While my primary avocation is photography, I also enjoy philosophy, theology and most of all, history. My beloved wife, Robin Anne Smith, who passed away in 2013 is an inspiration to me. My beloved partner, Dana is also a great support and inspiration to me. I'd be remiss if I did not mention my cats: Maxwell, Nigel, Pirouette and GarGar. View more posts