Tuesday, 28 August 2007

Clip Clop

The horse carriage is gently swaying, clip clop sounds of the cobblestone street below and the smell of baguettes baking move gently through the fresh morning air. A sunbeam sweeps across a young blonde girl's ponytail; she's wondering who we are as she heads off to finish her errand for her Mom. I hear french music inside the cafe and smell that strong coffee. Everyone is busy yet they all seem relaxed and full of joy. C'est bon.

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