At the brocante stuffed in a box, or piled on the ground in some disregarded fashion of unimportance there will be books. The book titles are not the focus, usually, these books are religious by nature, or are a catalog of sorts, or journals of yesteryear. These disheveled books when open often have their pages covered with mementos, a scrapbook of sort.
I found such a book last Sunday.
The scrapbook had images/text of Americans as well as French. Made me do a double take. It happens when knowing two languages or more… one starts to question what language they are speaking, reading or hearing, "… was that in French? Did I say that in English?"
The two English portraits (above) were cut from a magazine and glued on to a page in the book.
I do not recall their names as the book had hundred of images, and I was too curious to see the rest of the book to remember names.
A sexy American.
These two are reading a letter with sleeves that made Princess Diana's wedding dress come to mind. Are those aprons? Why would, in my opinion these two well dress women have apron's on?
I bet they were undercover spies reading the next clue, trying to pass as two mademoiselle's giggling over a love letter. I could be wrong.
Earlier spies. I know it is true… One is singing the code, and the other one is thinking, "What! We are going to do what!" Her shocked expression says this is her first undercover job. She isn't gonna win the cool as cucumber award.
I will let you tell me what you think is happening here?
Crying over spilled milk.
A scrapbook of women from different generations and themes.
The desired letter arrives.
Spy material I tell you.
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