A little French girl with a black beret. I am still looking for the orange one… as well as the many other colors you mentioned. I know I will find them in Paris. In the south far less people wear them… maybe because it isn't as cold here?
(Imagine a photo here please.)
My cousins Judy and Chris arrived safe, sound and with (well followed advise…) two small suitcases: One empty one to fill with French brocante finds, and another one with the bare minimum. I told them pack your suitcase, then take half out, then walk around the block with it, then come home and take half out again. You don't need as much as you think you do. I have a washing machine you know.
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They arrived at rush hour. Instead of rushing back home and seeing France for the first time in the heat of traffic, we went to the old port of Marseilles and had a drink. We sat on the tiny balcony of La Caravel a wonderful hip spot to soak in the sun and feel oh so French.
(You guessed it… another photo please.)
Later we drove back to my home. My cousin Judy buttered me up with compliments, telling me she loved my home, and "ooh-ed" and "Aah-ed" at the monogram ironed sheets and pillowcases and admire my old stuff. I so love her I might have to bake a cake or something.
(You are probably wondering– WHAT is Corey doing asking us to imagine photos? Did she eat too many wild mushrooms? What is the deal Lucille?)
We ate the wild mushrooms omelette's, and with my mouth full and three swallows down, the phone rang. French Husband answered it and then came back to the table and casually said, "Oh that was my friend, the one I went and picked mushrooms with…. he said he threw 12 pounds of mushrooms away because he found a suspicious looking mushroom in the middle of the basket…." Then Chris (who works in a hospital) said, "Every year we see people come in not feeling well and we discover that they have had a bad mushroom…. we tell them there isn't anything we can do and they die…."
(My camera is in their bedroom, and since they are sleeping and I don't want to disturb them… well your imagination will have to be your guide until I can snatch my camera and add photos in these blanks.) (Photo Here)
I hardly slept thinking about that comment. But I am still here…. though my cousins are sleeping upstairs…. I hope they are only jet-lagged.
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