My loves, we woke up this morning in Paris! I don't know how it happened... I think that the lugging and the heaving and my husband plaintively asking me how on EARTH I saw fit to buy two rugs the day before we left Marrakech must have been a dream, because I woke up this morning between Frette sheets in a very cosy bed and looked around my Latin Quarter apartment with Maryam's Muse on the mantlepiece and a creamy Moroccan wedding blanket on the wooden floor by the bed, all peace and serenity. My husband tells me that I slept for just over eleven hours and that I must have been exhausted, but I don't think *that* can be it. Clearly we arrived here by magic.
Thank you, Maryam, for the loan you made us yesterday morning - we could never have done it without him!
Victor Vasnetsov. The Magic Carpet. 1880. Oil on canvas. The Art Museum of Nizhniy Novgorod, Nizhniy Novgorod, Russia
4 comments:
Sounds like an auspicious start to your Paris adventure. May all nights be as serene as your first.
Oh yay! You have arrived in one piece!
PS eek, I have your waterman pen. I didn't mean to steal it....!
Parfait: I just googled Lehnert & Landrock - what a wonderful thing to collect!
Persephone: Well, last night I upped it to 12 hours, so it's going well...
Maryam: Bah. Thief. :)
That painting is very Howl's Moving Castle... And now I see you're a Mighty Boosh fan to boot. God's wounds, what can't you do, madam?
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