Let's celebrate Detroit's 312th birthday with our city's founder.
We'll pour a libation at the foot of the Antoine Cadillac statue at Hart Plaza (map to statue (https://www.google.com/maps/ms?msid=215898423600186636802.0004e23146544b152c28a&msa=0&iwloc=0004e231491527322bf13&dg=feature)) then go to the Ren Cen for drinks at the bar at Joe Muer Seafood.
The libation will be Cadillac's favorite brandy, Armagnac.
"It is in this land, so fertile, that the ambitious vine, which has never wept under the knife of the vine-dresser, builds a thick roof with its large leaves and heavy clusters, weighing down the top of the tree which receives it, and often stifling it with its embrace.
Under these broad walks one sees assembled by hundreds the timid deer and faun, also the squirrel bounding in his eagerness to collect the apples and plums with which the earth is covered. Here the cautious turkey calls her numerous brood to gather the grapes, and here also their mates come to fill their large and gluttonous crops.
Golden pheasants, the quail, the partridge, woodcock and numerous doves swarm in the woods and cover the country, which is dotted and broken with thickets and high forests of full-grown trees, forming a charming perspective, which sweetens the sad lonesomeness of the solitude. The hand of the pitiless reaper has never mown the luxurious grass upon which fatten woolly buffaloes, of magnificent size and proportion.
… If the situation is agreeable, it is none the less important because it opens and closes the door of passage to the most distant nations which are situated upon the borders of the vast seas of sweet water. None but the enemies of truth could be enemies to this establishment so necessary to increase the glory of the king.”
As quoted in The Night Train blog: