Friday was
stringwoman's birthday, so we went to see The Avengers, and then ate steak, and for a finale, while she was relaxed and full of food, and soothed by the sight of superhero violence, I introduced her to the trials of
Henri, le chat
noir. She had not seen Henri, in all his art-film glory before. I though she might fall off the tailgate of my truck.
(Yes, I know the French in those videos is bad. That is not the point.)