Inspired.

So, yes. I was uninspired. A little blue. But there is nothing like an Italian man in silver glittery flip-flops to cheer you. Here he is, Davide (who was feeling angry because he thought he might be coming down with a case of the swine flu and had planned a trip to Marrakech for the weekend. No flu, it turns out - he has had a miraculous recovery. He didn't even smile about the flip-flops as I was mocking him and taking his photo):



Also, the sun came out. Ah, after a week without it, I was feeling gray and mushy.

Uninspired.

At the moment, this is all I've got:






(I do like him very much. He is around the corner and he says, "A person is not constructed from bottom to top but from the inside to the outside").



Feeling blue blue. Oh Paris, why have you caved? Summer is long gone. Spotted at least 4 people wearing winter hats yesterday. Winter hats. Yes, Parisians may be extreme (scarves until June), but still.

Entertainment.

His name is Xavier. All sorts of entertainment. Merriment and chortling. On the other hand, anyone who knows us knows that we fight. Everyone fights. But we really fight. Two overbearing personalities. In lots of couples, there is usually one who will step aside at the critical moment. Unfortunately (or fortunately), not in our case. For months we kept a score card - tallying who won fights or little disputes and basking in our glory when our notches outnumbered the other's. Xavier has an inherent need to be right - because he is French, and me - perhaps because I'm my Dad's daughter. I tease Xavier and tell him that he is like a severe weather system - hurricanes and tornadoes, but also like the most balmy, sunny, glorious flashes. The intensity of the good measures that of the bad...

Sunshiny random moments.



A short alphabet and French vocab lesson with Mlle. Marguerite.