One night along the river at St. Germain de Pre, I first met my beloved at a small sidewalk café.
We walked along the river, the shadows passing by but we only saw each other, the shining water and the sky.
The Seine, the Seine, when will I again meet her there, greet her there on the moonlit banks of the Seine?
Bonjour, mon ami. I'm feeling French this morning. I guess I dreamed about Paris last night. But as I don't care for French Roast coffee, I'm drinking tea this morning... English Breakfast tea by Ahmad. I am, however, eating the last of the croissants. I had just enough pastry dough left for 5 more.
A bit cloudy today, but I'm going in search of Blutooth Earphones to pair with my iPhone. I never did like having a cord hanging down from my ears. As long as the music quality is good, I'm satisfied.
Stitchawl