Monday, November 30, 2015

Musings on Paris

 The quiet square.
Delacroix was there.
Pom poms are always a good idea.
 An orange shoe
a dancer wore
before she tore
her ligaments.
 Perfect and still
she worked in a mill.
Now she minds the till.
 I say old chap,
will Coton Doux?
Would you like the poppyseed?
My last meal?
In a pink box, si vous plait.
 Sand on your shoes,
before you snooze.
 She saw me take this shot,
and I was not smoking pot.
So Me, the nose!

Au Revoir.


  1. Carol,

    Can you tell me the name of the hotel you are standing in front of in the "nose" photo?

    1. Hotel de l'abbaye
      The most charming, welcoming hotel.

  2. I love this post Carol. It's so you! Beauty, humor, poetry. Happy holidays to you and Richard!