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.
















5 comments:

  1. Carol,

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

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    1. Hotel de l'abbaye
      http://hotelabbayeparis.com/#/4
      The most charming, welcoming hotel.

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

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