Children love French Husband wherever we go. They follow him, tag along, invite him to play, grab his hand….
It is endearing to watch.
This little girl in a countryside village by Yangshuo was not an exception.
She literally left her mother's side to follow him, and when he turned around she giggled.
When French Husband bent down, the little girl turned shy.
As usual, French Husband did not speak in normal words but a session of sounds, like a make-believe animal or something.
She did not run away from the Pied Piper.
Earlier in the day in the village of Yangshuo, we bought a flower wreath on the main street, where many older women sold them. No two were alike as they are handmade mostly from wildflowers.
They cost twenty cents.
I untied the flower wreath from our backpack so that Yann could offer it to her.
She was so shy she refused to look at him. It was as if she blushed.
So sweet.
Time, language, age… it didn't matter.
Sweet affection is contagious.
Friendship in a moment bloomed.
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