What I love most about this challenge is reading everyone's memories and reviews and recipes. Plus it made me notice french things everywhere, from my placemats in the kitchen and the perpetual calendar on the wall, to the food and furnishings in my local shops.
The black cat reads voraciously, leaping from book to book, seeking always to lose herself in the pages.... What to read next? What to choose from the piles beside the chairs? Holidays measured by the days spent reading, evenings saved from the wasteland of television by stories spun in the imagination.
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Gorgeous photograph! I agree--what will we do when July is over?
ReplyDeleteThis image conjours up alsorts of memories, emotions and hopes for much more of Paris.... It's just gorgeous. Thanks to your friend for capturing it. I have memories of paying big bickies for a nice room like this after my darling made me ride 100+kims across french countryside in rain looking for a town with a hotel. When we got to the nearest place, everything was booked out except the dearest. Desperate for a bath I took it, and had a lovely and memorable evening recovering. I'd like to relive that day (now fitter and better prepared) but also for the feeling of sinking into that bed with that window.
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