Like the rest of the world, we watched in horror today as this magnificent place burned. I studied it in minute detail on the way to my art history degree, and when I was finally able to see it in person, I shed a few tears. Today, I shed many tears in sadness.
And closer to home, our neighborhood shop (Maison en Provence), which is full of French and French-inspired things (run by French people), celebrated Bastille Day on Saturday.
Wildly in love with my husband B., former guardian of the late, lamented Miss Tallulah Mae (the wonder dog), adorer of all canines, dilettantish crafter, obsessed with birds, vintage shopper, lover of libraries, neophyte cellist, and foziewisp.