After the last parade of Carnaval, there were fireworks. Part of me doesn't like to miss out on fireworks. And I could have roused the household to wander down to the beach at around when we usually go to bed these days, but then I remembered I don't really like standing around in a crowd looking at fireworks.
I do however like seeing fireworks out my window!
At our old Saint Minneapolis apartment, also on the top floor, we had a glamorous view of the river and city and a golf course. Though we could see endless fireworks out broadly across the city, distance muted them a little. The golf course, though, a country club, had a spectacular show every year a day or two before July 4th and we would eagerly watch it from our balcony.
Still, I heard these end of Carnaval fireworks would be over the ocean, which seemed an amazing thing to see, and not something that we'd be able to spot from any of our windows.
But then it turned out that, despite what I read, the fireworks were not over the sea. They were over the Place Massena. And though buildings fully block anything remotely like a view of that heart of the city, it is nevertheless quite close to us as the seagull flies. So when the explosions started sounding out loudly in the city I went to my window, behind where I sit now, and I looked right.
We can't see Place Massena from here. Not even close. But...
BUT
We can see the sky above it.
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