|The first tulips in Paris|
I walked about my neighbourhood and found a little park. I liked the statue and forsythia but could not read who it was..
I love Paris in the fine weather. There is so much energy. I wrote a short essay for Isabelle on how a Canadian is different from an American. I made an appointment at Marionnaud for my eyebrows. Eyebrows are a sign of vigour. They need to be strong and defined. I found a lovely little shop for les femmes d'un certain âge and bought a couple of items probably because the vendeuse who was my age noticed that I have green eyes Actually, my eyes are the change colour green-blue-grey of the Celts but the clothes in the store suited me.
|Does anyone know this man?|