To Gnome Him Is To Love Him

I have an ongoing, secret, love, hate relationship with gnomes.

In Paris this year, while strolling along the river

and at a garden shoppe near Pont Neuf,

I saw them!

Dozens of gnomes in a cage.

There is one gnome in particular that I liked most of all.

He is to the left and holds a paint brush.

I was going to buy him an carry him home on the plane.

Larry suggested that I think about that before acting.

So,

I left him there.

My little Parisen gnome.

Maybe next year?

Oui?

Love you.

Me