Stories Collected While Living in France
The parade with the Provencal marching band passed by our town today.
Afterwards there was an aperitif at the town square.
I went to Annie's house.
Opened her window. She leaned over the window sill to hear the music, and to listen to the mayor speak.
Annie is home! That is the reason for my celebrating this holiday!
Thank you for your prayers and good thoughts!
Happy.
And the beat goes on!
Is Annie home?!!!!
I wish I was in France celebrating with you today!
Yay for Annie!
Oh goodness, who knew. I can recognize the back of Annie’s head. (and I semi-recognize the streets of St-Z now too)
Ooh, Annie must be DELIGHTED to be home, and to have you stopping by to see her (as it should be!). What local fruits are ripe there right now — peaches, plums, nectarines? Liberté! Egalité! Fraternité! Hmmm, how does one say “sisterhood” in French? :-)))
Let’s try again: Liberté! Égalité! Sororité!
(Wish I could’ve heard the band)
It is wonderful to hear that dear Annie is home. May she especially enjoy these dog days of summer filled with fragrant flowers and herbs and delicious food prepared with loving hands, hers and yours.
❤️❤️❤️
Yay! Happy Day! Hugs to Annie from one of her fans.
Welcome home, Annie!
Welcome home Annie!
This is such good news. I am happy for all of you. There’s no place like home!
and the beat goes on….nice to hear about your friend Annie, I adore the elderly, always have…..I love white hair…..my mom used to have to scold me for staring at it, but I loved it….she said it was rude as the people didn’t realize how much I love white hair so I needed to stop staring……funny…..she said it wasn’t polite…..!!
Oh Dear Annie, what a welcome home celebration! So happy to see you looking out your window. Big, happy cheers coming your way from me here in Montana, USA
Happy for Annie and for you! What a wonderful celebration.
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