Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Crossing the Border

Crossing the border here means France. We crossed the border so Pier could be in his final ski race with his students for the winter. I watched the race from a warm and cozy advantage point, inside the cafe. I ordered my coffee and the best croissant I've ever had from the cafe where the waiter called me Madame. When did I become a Madame and not mademoiselle?

2 comments:

luckyman said...

it's very nice... but It would be nicer if youd turn on yuor phone

luckyman said...

now that you had turn on the phone it would be amazing if you will answer it. thank you