There were so many dogs in the south. I present a selection here.

Table tennis is popular in France.

in the south, for sun. life is easy on the mer méditerraneé.

Freaked out cats on ledges are something I seem to cross frequently in Paris.

Here's that Barbapapa sign I was talking about. Need to talk to one of my designer friends to see if it can be recreated because I can't find it anywhere.

Chive blossoms are so pretty. My vegan carrot muffins didn't turn out as Babycakes-ish as I would have hoped. La buvette in Jardin du Luxembourg is so sweet. There is a barbapapa (Cotton candy in French. Literally "Grandpa's beard") poster on the wall that I would love to have in my home. I had never seen the  gardeners at work. Rolling workbenches are genius.

lucky cats always get me. they cheer me up with their little waving paws.

stopped in the super market pop-up shop last weekend. fun to see all of the little kiddies running around and the cool parents being cool.

Thanks to my sixth grade home economics class with Mrs, Seitz, I know how to sew. Kind of. I made a pattern, then a shirt. Then I wanted to throw the shirt away.

Book in the bookmobile at le 104. I wish I would have taken (it's a trade system, and I had nothing to trade) that book "The Life of Women".

Tourists at the I love you wall near Abbesess.

The garden at Hotel Amour is my favorite place in Paris. It reminds me of Brooklyn.

Last weekend I spent some time with a friend doing a little indoor gardening. We found a glass container at a brocante a few weeks back that was just perfect for making a terrarium (and only 3 euro!). We filled it with some cactus friends and spent the afternoon whispering positive growth messages to it. The gardening, and a week of rain, set off a little package sending marathon. Another friend's twelve year old son went with me to the post office and was amazed to see things going to Australia, England and the States. He told me that he has never sent a package, but has received some, which he seemed pretty content with. The envelope above is for my grandma in England. She sends me nice things in the mail too, including a black velvet blazer that belonged to her mother.

The sweetest thing arrived in the mail from Geneviève last week. A bicycle, an illustration of a Frida lookalike, and a very nice card. I'm convinced that things like this arrive just when you need them most. Oh, and some round things around town.