Possibly the best supper ever

I'm currently reading Frances Spalding's biog of John and Myfanwy Piper ("Lives In Art"), and one of the suppers Myfanwy would rustle up for family and guests during the hard days of WW2,with strict rationing but with her chickens' free range eggs, was simply to fry a couple of 'em and put an anchovy fillet on each egg.  It really works,  But here's my ultimate version of this - steam four or five shoots of fresh asparagus per person for 12 minutes; fry two good eggs per person; cut a thin slice of good bread per person.  Put the eggs on the bread, drape one anchovy slice over each fried egg, arrange the asparagus spears around the bread, and serve with butter and a little salt for those who want it.  We had this tonight and it was just heavenly.

French toilet habits

A rant.  Why do the French seem to delight in crapping in the bushes and among the picnic tables in their (very nice) Motorway Aires?  Nearly all of them have decent loos now (sit-ons as opposed to the old squatters) so why don't they use them?  The worst example we found was in the very pleasant small Aire on the road between Dreux and Evreux.  OK, so it's not motorway.  But the picnic area was covered in small heaps of bogroll and - how shall we put it? - ordure of the human variety.  What's wrong with the bloody loos?  They're open 24/7; they're free; they're even quite clean.  Is it the right of every Frenchman to crap where-ever he likes?

Oradour sur Glane

In France recently, staying with friends Roy and Michelle, we went to see the town of Oradour, west of Limoges - or what's left of it.  200 SS soldiers killed the 640 inhabitants and burned the town in 1944.  And they killed all the inhabitants - right down to babies of a month old.  It wasn't some out-of-control unit either - they were acting under orders, and it was carefully planned as a reprisal for resistance activity.  A year later De Gaulle visited the site and asked that it be kept in perpetuity as a reminder to the world of the barbarity of the Third Reich.

I took a lot of photos and wept a bit as we walked round.  What was somehow more dispiritng was the discovery that some of the SS troops were in fact French, conscripted from Alsace-Lorraine.  Anyway, here are a few of the photos.

The trams used to run between Oradour and Limoges.  Oradour was a favourite picnic spot for the city dwellers.

The car (a Renault I think) has been there since 1944, as the Germans left it.

 

Below - a few of the names on the village memorial.  Note the ages.

 

I don't know if you're familiar with the idea of the "inner discourse", but there's an article on Wikipedia which gives this as an example of the process: An inner discourse takes place much as would a discussion with a second person. One might think, "I need $27 for the paper boy. I have some paper currency in my wallet. Ten plus ten plus five... I have $25. Damn. Maybe I dropped coins in the sofa. Ah, here they are..." The ideal form of inner discourse would seem to be one that starts with statements about matters of fact and proceeds with logical rigor until a solution is achieved.

What (I kept wondering as we walked round Oradour) was the inner discourse of the killers?  What did they tell themselves they were doing as they machine gunned terrified, unarmed men and boys?  As they walked over the dead and dying to administer the coup de grace with a luger to those who were still twitching or crying out?  What did they tell themselves they were doing as they herded all the women and children - yes, down to infants of one month - into the town church and set fire to it with incendiary devices?  As they machine gunned those women and children who tried to escape the conflagration?  As they piled up the bodies to burn them, or dug pits hastily for mass burials?

They knew what they were doing - they lied about it immediately afterwards in official documents, and later at the few trials which dribbled on into the 1980s.  None of them stayed in prison very long; the French SS were pardoned because they said they were acting under duress.

This was shock and awe on a local scale.  How have Bush and Blair escaped prosecution for their city-wide shock and awe in Iraq?