⪧ We left our life in New York City to make a new one in Provence ⪦
November 10, 2014
New York Autumn.
Changing seasons seem to egg on New York's beauty. Walking (OK - limping) down fall's passage here is bliss. Gilded light - low on the horizon. We are sun-watchers chez nous. On these autumn days, Colette gets up, takes a good look out the window and sings out to the street below: "It is a beeaauuutiful day, everyone." (Her voice is contralto - unexpected for a 2-year old, so insert that).