Lilacs, rain, a hint of bitter chocolate: Stella sniffed the air as she entered the small shop, enjoying the soft golden light that enfolded her. A bell pealed, an old-fashioned sound that gave her the oddest feeling, as if she had stepped off the Paris sidewalk and straight out of time.
The Paris Novel by Ruth Reichl
We were with friends yesterday, at a pavement cafe (sun – hooray – no rain, and lilacs scheduled in a week or two) talking about Paris! They’d like to live in either Paris or New York for a year. Tough choice! For now, their home is Ucluelet, where we used to live back on the west coast of Vancouver Island – not so bad either…
The Paris Novel set in the 80s definitely has me dreaming about Paris and fabulous restaurants and as the Rangers are losing right now, I think I would have to choose those fabulous walks on the beach with crashing waves and logs over New York.😎
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Bruins are up early and I never doubted the Rangers!😁
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