I had a bit of a soft faded purple moment this trip to France. 18th century shoes with metallic threads and mirrors the same age with mercury faded glass. A bouquet of millinery lilacs with a paris tag attached. And a number plaque with a 7. These however are not my favorite things.
Then there is Mark.All we have to do is feed him and he just smiles and carries bags and open doors and packs the car all day long. He does require coffee stops as well but that's it. Always happy calling Shirley sweetheart all day long. He is as proper of a English gentleman as you can imagine. He gets in some real corkers whilst we are out. And he has excellent singing skills. The weather was perfect and the brocantes plentiful. But if I am truly being honest there is one thing better than all the above things combined. His name is Diggbert, Or as I like to say Diggie. I will tell you all about that another time. Bonnie nuit from Chicago were I am spending the night with a plane delay.