Well, Paris was fun…
But it wasn’t exactly as dreamy and romantic as a lady might have hoped for. If you missed it, I was packing for a trip to Paris with a dear old friend to buy a watch.
Paris is always magical… and surprising.
We strolled through quiet winter streets, checked into a lavish suite, and had an elegant lunch at a simple little cafe. It is still cold in Paris, but I had on this shaggy faux fur that got a number of stares, most of them appreciative I’d wager.
Later I wore a sparkling mermaid dress that my grand-daughter insisted was in vogue… I felt a little daring, and the night felt a little bit special. Best of all, things with my generous old friend seemed to be going well.
Very well, if you catch my drift. The suite had two rooms but, well… a lady never discusses such things.
So there I was enchantée… sitting at the table gazing into the eyes of my handsome old friend, when suddenly his hand slipped inside the front of his jacket. He pulled something from the pocket there, right in front of his heart.
It made my heart leap into my throat, I’ll tell you that!
My breath caught in my throat, and instantly I wanted to cough. I’m SO too old for this, I thought to myself, and then fleetingly I admired how his eyes were glimmering at me in that mysterious way of his. Then, his lips parted and the words spilled out in an instant, changing the course of the vacation and our friendship forever…
“Excuse me, darling Mimi, I’ve got to take this call.” Business as usual. Alas, that’s how it is with some people.
Dame Mimi has decided that Paris was très enchantée mais…
She is off tonight to bask in the heart warming sunshine of her grand babies. There is nothing like the cacophony of children’s voices to soothe the heart.
And a Big, STIFF… frozen drink!
Sunset kisses from an island watching little ones play in the sand!
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