Ah, Paris at night...
It seems so far away. Paul and I went over Thanksgving Break. It was glorious. I am still desperate for a cafe creme.
The Holidays creep up on us with added stress...
What is that old adage?
“We’ll always have Paris...”
Is that from Casablanca?
L'Adieu
J'ai cueilli ce brin de bruyère
L'automne est morte souviens-t'en
Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre
Odeur du temps Brin de bruyère
Et souviens-toi que je t'attends
Guillaume Apollinaire
au revoir mes amis
xoxoox
jnl
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
