PICNICS

 

Picnics are one of my most favorite thing in the world.
The picnic basket above was sighted in a shop on rue de Seine.
My budget could not afford it, but that did not stop me from loving it.
Can you hear me sigh? LOVE!
AND
 Yesterday was picnic day!
Champange, baguette sandwiches of jombon and formage,
crisps and for dessert,
chocolate macaroons!
It was one PM Paris time.
Overcast and damp.
Pont des Arts walking bridge was busy.
Students, tourists, locals going back to work after a short break.
We sat on our bench,
Larry opened the bottle of champage...
and we talked, and talked.
This has been such a good holiday.
Then it happened.
I call him The Yellow Submarine Boy.
He decided to sit with us
and
sing us Beatles songs.
It was ok for a few moments....
but after 10 min,
Larry and I looked at each other,
whispered,
Lets move.
We did move to the next bench.
Guess who followed us?
Larrry was now angry.
We moved back to the first bench.
Submarine boy yelled with a heavy accent,
You got a  problem?
Larry answered,
Yes. I do not like Beatles songs.
Submarine boy yelled,
F-you, and walked toward St Michel.
We sat and laughed, toasted Submarine boy and finished our lunch.
Dear God,I love france!
Love you,
Me