Bonjour. C’est moi encore. Et aujourd’hui je suis formidable…presque. to the pharmacie, the epicerie, the boulangerie, the patisserie…avec elan!
I saluted the owners…cheerfully noted I had my own bag cette temps, selected duex tartes: normande et pomme, une crosissant almond, le plus belle crossant que j’ai jamais vue, and eaten, I might add. And did this without spelling errors- of course- and with the forgiving ways of personal conversation that allows for the use of hands and smiles and frowns and oh, la la’s etcetera. So delighted with my morning -It is not yet noon and almost 20 degrees C going up to 26 degrees C- and my successes I turned…said my bonne journees and walked- right into a glass door. I wish I were kidding. Ah la…une autre temps … a bientot.