Today was a very traditional French day.
There was an old, grey-mustached man with a very jaunty tweed cap, lounging in an antique green velvet chair, feet propped up while he alternated between smoking his pipe and talking about the weather to his vendor friend nearby.
Italy was so full of life that even as my eyes were desperately trying to take it in I knew I would never be able to remember it the way I was seeing it that minute.
The Window
I
Could live a lifetime in this country thick with color and new air
Look out my shutters every morning at the kiwi fields across the road
Be surprised by joy at the distant snowcapped peaks
And the opulent red walls of the neighbor's casa
And still have to see it again to believe it wasn't all a dream.
How can anyone hold it all in at once without exploding into life?
Unfinished thought, New Year's Eve
(She coos to her infant child and showers kisses before telling him his name once again)
We were welcomed into this place with open unassuming arms,
firmly kissed on each cheek.
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troubling report in today's observer...
Secret French government reports, seen by the Observer, describe an "elevated threat" from an "international European network ... with a strong presence in France" after the recent radicalisation of "a new generation of activists." Investigators are focusing on a pair of American women with Texas accents who recently have been wandering the city muttering the mysterious words "dr pepper dr pepper dr pepper." Police fear it may be a code word.
oh, it is. it is.
Abort! Abort!
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