Esteemed Readers, attention! A great storm is approaching! Please, put on your raincoats & rubber boots, prepare some dry food suitable for hard rolling days! Good luck! We will survive! I promise!😊
Aboard the Oiseau, 21 June 1685
“It is 37 degrees 4 minutes of the Meridional latitude. You will see that another 5 lieuës we are going to sail this way, then we shall follow the longitude & move more to the North-West. I gain no news anymore. Couriers are rare here. Oh, what would a poor Mr. Soubrié do if he were here? Anyway, we will survive; while M. de Brandebourg will do whatever he desires. Our (language) exercises continue & we enjoy the fact that we are in progress no matter how slow it is. It is tough to learn reading & writing when you are forty. Nevertheless, I believe that I learn faster than at the age of Monseigneur Duke de Bourgogne, (NB: Louis de Bourbon, the son of Louis, Grand Dauphin, born in 1682). Concerning children…I could hardly chose a better & more wonderful family! When an opportunity presents itself I shall tell the King of Siam all his plays, like these ones: being two years six months he already dressed a cuirass & put a pot on his head…”
Aboard the Oiseau, 23 June 1685
“All I can write is that today it is worse than yesterday (too much rolling). We dine without laying the table: everybody grabbed what he could. I assure you that digestion is terrible as we are well-shaken & unable to walk long distances. So, we make plenty of physical exercises…”
Aboard the Oiseau, 24 June 1685
“The same weather goes on. The sea blows are violent & frequent. Last night some chests were flowed between two decks. It is Sunday, Saint John’s day but it is impossible to celebrate the Mass. So, these Indian seas are so quiet & pacific, aren’t they? We were not surprised to face terrible seas near the Cape of Good Hope, but here! The pilots work hard day & night having no trust in descriptions of the kind…”
Dieu Vous Ait en Sa Sainte Garde,
Vostre l’Abbé de Choisy ”
Image: Aubusson, tapestry.
Maria KethuProfumo
Doveva essere davvero una tormenta bella consistente!
Penso di sì, cara Fulvialuna! Come l’Abbé de Choisy poteva scrivere qualcosa è una buona domanda! Grazie mille! In ogni caso, viaggiamo avanti! Il mare ci chiama! 🙂 😂😊
Buona serata Maria ❤
🍰☕🍨
I can hardly write this note to you, Maria. The sea keeps making the pen run right and left on the paper. Also, I have to say I think I’m getting a little green. 🤢
Oh, my poor John! Anyway, the storm will pass soon. We will survive! 🍤🍤🍤🍻
I’m sure of it. 🥃
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