Posted by Loulou on Nov 7, 2022 | 20 comments

Home is where my papa is… Well, it’s trite but right. One’s home is sweet and where the heart is (and the hearth, too as it is COLD here). But I rememebered that mama and papa and I have made our homes in various places over the years, and I do miss looking out the window in Italy at all the seagulls diving and swooping. Sort of…no...