sometimes things are a struggle here.
cc and I are currently reading his book 'this is paris', with tales of french cats, ancient cathedrals and cafe tabac's. so I imagine that we are there, staying in a wonderful parisian apartment and that we spend our days trawling through the flea markets, visiting museums and soaking up the sound of france. then I remember that we are here, where trespassers abound and time moves so slowly.
this morning we walked downtown with cc's pa, for a coffee and sit by the ocean before he started work. this was handsome mister cc inside the cafe, watching a dalmatian and his moustached owner saunter by.