Vagabond Artist

I love this square in Nice.

Today is the international celebration for left handed people : left handers day .
How bizarre.

Recently I realized why everything felt strange in a friend of mine's house, because he is left handed. It took me awhile to get used to things the doors opened differently and things seemed to be akwardly placed. Then eureka, I realized that things were "strange" because he is left handed.

Among the many activities there are groups of people playing bridge. You can feel the tension but it is one of the quietest places in the garden, near the orangerie.

This was on le Pont Neuf, funny I was just talking with someone about never seeing mounted police in Paris.

Where was I? Out of contact, changing diapers, sleeping and enjoying being a mother. Getting to know eachother is exhausting.

Here is a giant macaron in a boulangerie on rue de Campagne Premier