I often go to my sister-in-law, Marie's. Today, I climbed the three flights of stairs to get to her door and like every time I arrive, she was waiting for me...her nose and hair poking out just past the edge of the door peeping at me. And then she flung open the door and stood there looking at my camera with a bit of hauteur.
Then, Louise (my niece) explained a point of French grammar in very grown-up manner to me. The rule of the epithet - the syntax of the adjective.
And Jules, my nephew, is just simply a very cute young Frenchman.
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