Buddha statue, North Beach, San Francisco.
My friend Tina is returning to the United States next week, after a six-month secondment in Paris. I am sad to see her go. Today we had our last "outing" - shopping at Tresors de Chine, a renowned Asian antiques shop on rue Marcadet near Montmartre and lunch at a perfectly-delightful Art Nouveau-style brasserie. Comme d'habitude as of late, I managed to create quite the spectacle - as we were leaving, my totebag hit the edge of a waitress's tray, causing it to topple and scatter coins all over the floor. Of course she was very kind and said "It's not important," in response to my apologies. I was relieved it happened as we were departing, rather than as we entered.
Guess it was my day for minor mishaps. Early this morning, my husband arrived from Washington and went straight to sleep. As I was leaving the apartment, I tripped over his luggage, my foot got caught in his briefcase strap and I landed hard on my knee, with my head slamming into a wooden chest. After inspecting the damage, I sorted myself out and limped to the metro to meet Tina at Sevres-Babylon. Despite my late arrival, she was patiently waiting and we had a lovely shopping expedition and lunch. I bought a 19th-century hand-painted wooden sewing box. Tina admired the unusual pieces on offer, but decided nothing else could fit in her luggage.
Originally from Texas, Tina is bright and beautiful, with a wicked sense of humor. She tells wonderfully-entertaining stories of her varied travels and her life. And she's a good listener, who always seems to know exactly what advice to dispense, when needed. She's one of my few friends who truly appreciates my collections and asks questions about the background and provenance of everything. She's always up for exploring something or someplace new. And she's become a faithful reader of my blog, so this is for you, dear Tina. Wish we'd had more time together in Paris. I'll miss you, but will see you in Washington!
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