My daughter Jordana is home for the holidays! I took this photo this morning before heading to the neighbourhood market.
On Thursday, the delightful Miss Robyn left a comment saying she'd like to come to Paris because in her town in Australia "we have a post office." As there was no period at the end of the sentence, I thought part of her comment had vanished. When I sent her e-mail, she said, "No, that's it. We have a post office."
Today two cards from Australia arrived in my mailbox. The envelopes had no name, just the address. As the postal delivery woman knows we're foreigners, she assumed the cards were for us - but no, they were for our French neighbours! Now which French neighbours is unclear, so I've posted the cards next to the mailbox in the hope someone will recognise the handwriting!
Meanwhile, the building owner arrived to inspect the "sunken floors" in separate spots in both bedrooms. He informed me that we'd have to wait until another apartment was available and move out while cement is repoured and carpets replaced! That's the polite French way of saying, "Don't hold your breath waiting for us to fix it."
Benoit has a profusion of lovely flowers at the local market, despite the freezing winter weather.
When walking past a children's shoe store, my daughter noticed the fun flying feather balls. They reminded me of Holli's funny story about red balls earlier this week, so I took this photo for her.