Her dark long hair and deep brown eyes reminded me of No. 2 son's girl friend as I sat down on the bench beside her to wait for the No. 5 bus.
What I also noticed even more were her beautiful mauve boots. I couldn't help but compliment her on them. Since French was both our second language we switched to English.
"I saw them in a store and it was a done deal," she said. "In Geneva everything is so gray."
We looked around. 95% of the cars were gray or black. Almost everyone had on gray or black clothes.
We spied one little boy in a sky blue sweat shirt and a woman in a hot pink jacket. Those were the only colours on the street.
I told her my theory that Geneva, Genève, Genf, gray, gris, grau all start with "g" for a reason. She nodded.
The number 10 tram came and she hoped on and I watched her mauve boots disappear as the doors closed behind her.
If I'd seen those boots it would have been a done deal too.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
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