Paris Through a Window by Marc Chagall, 1913, by way of A.M.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Feb 27

Marta and Fred are in the airport -- they took the nail scissors I've had since London 1987, but apart from that all goes well and on schedule. We'll be boarding in about an hour, and we've both decided that if you're traveling Air France, as we are, that France lasts until landing.
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5 comments:

  1. AnonymousFebruary 27, 2010 at 6:51 AM

    You're returning on my birthday! Oh, la belle Paris!

    Thanks again for the marvelous sharing of a wonderful venture!

    Best and love,
    DeAnn

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  2. JoeFebruary 27, 2010 at 10:24 AM

    Now when you read Henry Miller you'll be able to visualize things better.

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  3. AnonymousFebruary 28, 2010 at 9:25 PM

    the western world is safe now that they finally got the nail scissors.

    I can sleep at night knowing this.

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  4. Nancy Leigh-SmithMarch 1, 2010 at 1:03 PM

    Will there be a new blog titled "Adieu, Paris?" I'm going to go sit in my mother's French room (yes, I'm a second generation Francophile). It's an entire room with everything French, Edith Piaf soundtrack, Fleur de lis everywhere. Thanks for the virtual French tour and welcome home. Nail scissors a small price to pay.

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  5. AnonymousMarch 3, 2010 at 12:44 PM

    have some fun sur la route
    http://tinyurl.com/3hb5tb

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