What will the neighbors say?
A new take on an old story.
If Samson was smart, he’d get a new number.
Three missed calls
Seriously. I’d like to know. Because if they do, they must sneeze with great style and cough most elegantly, and given the fact that I’ve been fighting a cold with varying degrees of success this past week, I’d really like to know how they handle such a blow to their otherwise beautiful manner of living.
But then again, they probably don’t catch colds. Frankly, I wouldn’t be surprised.
Perhaps I should back up a little.
About a month ago, I began the task of trying to organize my closet yet again. My closet is not a big one, mind you, so how it keeps falling into an utter state of chaos is beyond me.
Anyway, while researching the topic (which is what I do when faced with any task, large or small), I discovered that while my closet is small by American standards, by European standards it is quite large. And since they have such small closets, Europeans, in particular the French, have very few clothes. They focus more on quality, rather than quantity.
Then I explored a few books, listened to several podcasts, perused through several websites, and what I discovered is this: French women are from another planet.
Perhaps you know of the poem by William Carlos Williams:
so much depends
a red wheel
glazed with rain
beside the white
However with all due respect to William Carlos Williams, I think the sight of a grown man with a little red wagon may be more charming. Look upon this my friends: