What I thought was a bad cold is the flu instead. Aches, pains, scratchy throat
and fever. Yes it's the flu.
I am tired of watching TV and don't want to read, so I am day dreaming a
bit of a Paris Cafe. Care to join me in my fantasy?
We will pretend it is a lovely spring day in Paris and after a full day of browsing through
the Paris flea markets (notice I said browsing, in this economy that's all I can afford
to do in Paris ~ even in a day dream). As I was saying, after hunting through the
flea market stalls and wishing we could ship everything home, we will stop for
lunch at a Paris cafe.
French tunes in the air. Lets chose a bottle of wine and relax while we decide what
to order. Do you see that fabulous outfit the young Parisian woman at the table next
to us is wearing? They do know how to accessorize don't they?
to us is wearing? They do know how to accessorize don't they?
The chef is inside his kitchen creating delicious entrees in his copper pots.
Lovely white ramekins and ...
beautiful fresh flowers from a nearby flower cart grace the table.
Now wasn't that fun?
Before I climb back into bed with some aspirin and yet another cup of
hot tea, lets go visit ~
and
Bentley ~ are you getting bored? This is not much fun is it?
Hugs,
Susan and Bentley
