Sad. Can’t help feeling it, saying good-bye to beautiful Paris. Tomorrow we will be winging our way home, looking rather like this.
The first thing we do on arrival is retrieve this wonderful being, my “son”.
Then we will light a fire, even if it is rather warm.
I hope that these two people will come over right away.
And we will open presents from Paris and a bottle from Bordeaux.
I will fix them a dinner that looks something like this.
In a kitchen that looks like this.
Then in a day or two someone who looks like this will come from Toronto and we will give her big hugs.