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Vive la révolution.
A recycled Bastille Day offering…  [sold]

france-plate-eiffel-tower-charm-flag copy

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

A Tale of Two Cities
Charles Dickens  1812 – 1870

Liberty, equality and fraternity forever.

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My Bastille Day offering…

Map of France souvenir plate

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

A Tale of Two Cities
Charles Dickens  1812 – 1870

Liberty, equality and fraternity forever.

xxx

Oui. v. lucky to be off to Cannes, France. Sans enfants. Merci!

Very fine indeed, [l’homme conferencing, l’wife blagging, yes, my French is how you say rubbishé] and up until this moment I’ve been soooo longing for it. But now I start to worry, should we be flying like the Beatles, the Royal Family or the Wiggles [one and the same, not] in separate aircraft so as to not lose the whole band or the 2 lead singers in this case, in one horrifying incident?

Hmm. Aging. Terrible to be thinking so drastically on the cusp of two weeks of liberté. But the mind, it’s an amazing mystifying machine… Isn’t it? Or is it just plain [plane] guilt? Err…

plat du jour Eiffel plane eiffel

Anyway, moving on…que sera sera [also going to Italy…expresso tripo]

plat du jour Eiffel cheese bread wine

Voila. My plat du jour. Or my week on a plate actually…
And yes, it is a map of France not a pink leaf as I first thought.

plat du jour Eiffel cheese bread wine CU copy

So not this French spread from the John Cusack/ John Hughes ’80s classic Better Off Dead. Though I will be getting me some Fronch bread. And plenty.

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Must fly. Sincerely. Ridic early flight. Not going to bed.

Au revoir. Air kiss air kiss darlings.
I will miss you.

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