Photo Diary: Sisters in Paris, one Sunday
First, a run, out of the hotel before 7. The hotel clerk: Ah, vous êtes sportives! Along the Seine, past large clusters of tents peopled by the homeless, a less discussed Paris sight. Ran…
View PostFirst, a run, out of the hotel before 7. The hotel clerk: Ah, vous êtes sportives! Along the Seine, past large clusters of tents peopled by the homeless, a less discussed Paris sight. Ran…
View PostPater found this sweet little bird, claws tightly clenched around a twig which had obviously not provided enough security from a spring storm. Sad, but we nonetheless took the opportunity to look closely at the…
View PostWhat? It Works! Yes, it’s a repetition, or rather a variation on a theme. I think this could really work for me in retirement. I’m loving these new Levis, the revised 501s, these ones in…
View PostIn my last post, I remarked, yet again, how life throwsthe sad and the beautifulat us simultaneously, and leaves it to us to try to reconcile them. Currently, I find myself poised between two other…
View PostAlthough my mood did lift yesterday (and I have to say I ended up facilitating two very good classes!), it’s still grey and wet here, and I have to go to a meeting late afternoon…
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