A note from Sophie the waitress is on the door of La Noisette, ‘Franck, m’appelles’ (call me). The tea room is closed. Everyone on the street is wondering if Louise, Frank’s beautiful blond English wife has gone into labour. Nicole the jeweler, Rosella the potter, Dani the fishmonger, Barbara, Babette and Jean-Pierre, the green grocers all are worried, because it is early. Isa was late. There’s can’t be a cosmic balance of baby due dates. Stay tuned.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
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