You never know what you'll find dans les rues*! Someone propped this little guy up to wait for a reunion with his tot.
Wishing you a bonne semaine!
Ciao,
Leslie
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- “Leslie landed in the lavender and olives of Provence in 2004...fork in hand...” so began La Fourchette in 2006. Fast-forward to this moment...with survival issues managed (every ex-pat knows what I'm talking about!), I returned to my metier of psychotherapy and La Fourchette took a back seat...but it was a wonderful ride!
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5 comments:
I bet some little person was lost without their "friend". If it had been one of my grandkids who had lost their stuffed toy we would have had to call the National Guard to find it! LOL
How have you been Leslie?
Kris
Hi Leslie,
I have been absent for quite a while and I am just popping in to say hi! I have a lot of catching up to do and look forward to doing that with you. I am so very sorry to hear of the loss of your father. My dad passed last August and it is very difficult.
leslie
Kris, I have to say, I felt a little wistful when I saw this little guy...and imagined that some little person was in fits of dismay over the separation. National Guard - hah! Made me laugh. Thanks so much for saying hello as the weeks starts.
leslie, what a nice surprise - yes, it's been a while. I've been in absentia myself in recent days. Thanks for your kind thoughts...and for popping in - nice to see you!
I'm still running in a bit of catch up mode but hope to get back to my regular rounds in the blogosphere to be keeping up with the rest of the gang to see what's happening in your worlds.
Happy Monday...
Leslie
want to just hug the little guy......
donna, I had the very same feeling when I happened upon him...I also felt a little hit of gratitude for whoever happened to prop him up there - somehow it gave the whole thing a sense of story and dare I say dignity as opposed to if he had just been laying in the street.
And an additional note to leslie: I can't believe I rattled off a comment in response to you without mentioning my condolences for your father's death. I saw the present tense of 'is' difficult. Sending you all good thoughts as you navigate the terrain of this loss in your life. (For me, I'm a little spacier than usual - thus the added note to you.)
Ciao,
Leslie
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