Mon Dieu
The LeFraizbo's are back in gay "Paree". Quite literally as we are staying in the Marais neighborhood again. Then too it is a 5oo year old Jewish haunt as well. Oh the deli, the pastry, the people watching and the stores actually open on a Sunday. The Marais is a marvelous little home away from Madagascar.
The camera and I will get out and about tomorrow and see what amusements we can find. Alas, poor Cindy will be out bringing home the bacon. For obvious reasons, she has to leave the Marais to do that. That is to say the herbarium is in the Latin Quarter. You thought it was some religious slur. For goodness sakes, who do you take us for?
P.S. I would prefer if Frieda's Boss refrains from answering that last rhetorical question in any public forum such as the comments section.
Fine a few photos for now. It is fall in France so that means manning the blowers and keeping Parisian streets clean of fallen leaves.
Particularly from the nicotine trees. Oh, the pretty colors their leaves do turn! Or is that lungs I'm thinking of?
3 comments:
Paris, oh beau Paris
How I miss your lovely streets
and your delightful cafes,
but nothing like your nicotine trees...
HHmmm, somehow, it just doesnt add a romantic tone to the poem..oh well, can't wait to see you state side. Although I'm sure I can find some cheap tickets to Paris for the weekend... :-)
Hey, I managed to hold my tongue through your recent Nazi phase, so this is a piece of cake.
A touching and wonderful poem, Madagascar Fund. You deserve a vanilla bean for such a fine comment.
And Freida's Boss can have one too. Anything to keep the tongue-holding up (that's an odd sentence).
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