Posted by on Jan 22, 2016 | 6 comments

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Good luck, Guero!!!

 

 

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I think I may have said that before.

Oh, well, sometimes I just run out of words, but Nice is nice, so there. Except our good friend, Anne, is laid up with a winter cold and she and mama were going to tear up the town. But there is still time and they tear pretty well, even on short notice, haha.

I, for one, love the architecture and the lovely balconies (modern building across street excluded) and so many little bakeries and tiny bistros and flower shops and the fact that my food comes from just down the street, so no excuses that we “don’t have any more kibble, Loulou”. When I say down the street, I don’t mean Picard, that answer to the prayers of all French housewives. Frozen wonders that are economical and taste really, really good.

When mama bought a few posies yesterday, she watched the man cut the stems at an angle, then tie them prettily with some raffia and then wrap them in strong paper and tie THAT with a bow and it was clear that he loves his work and his fleurs. So—little things like that make mama so happy.

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I think those poor tulips feel inferior to the daisies, haha.

And yet…here I sit at the table with, can you believe this, a GLASS OF WATER? Are they out of their minds? Kitties don’t drink out of glasses, and besides, is that my dinner?

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Oh, boy, are we in trouble.

And I thought Nice was nice…

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Hey, all in all, I guess I can tolerate their craziness.

 

Condolences for sweet Marley

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