Wednesday, March 20, 2013

 Spring and I think of Paris, well, April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Although I don't recall ever having seen chestnut trees in Paris. But I have known some cafés intimately. I was a regular at a café near the Place Colette, off the rue de Rivoli. It broke my heart when it closed its doors after a long, long life. My other haunt was Le Malakoff  at Place du Trocadéro, le Troc as we referred to it. It's still there, I'm happy to say. And the café at Gare de l'Est, the suburban railway station; I had many a café-crème there while waiting for my train.

Remembering my husband, the tea drinker
Simplicity is the removal of the useless and the unnecessary--source unknown


  1. Oh, this is very sweet...

  2. Anonymous10:47 a.m.

    This is truly lovely, a piece directly from your heart -

  3. Very lovely! My husband and I went to Paris in the fall of 2011 for the first time. I grew up in Macedonia and always thought I'd end up in Paris one day. But life turns out different than what we sometime imagine. Here I am in the US, in a desert for over a decade.
    I loved Paris though. Thank you for reminding me of it today.

  4. This is beautiful :) I am remembering him with you, even though we never met, I feel that I do know him.... through you :)


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