The Mediterranean--a thin sheet of stainless steel at Marseilles, a bezel of brilliant lapis at Toulon and Aiguebelle (it's not called the Cote Azur for nothing--and sorry, I can't make accent marks here), and those pointed cypress, parasol trees, and grey-green shrubs that punctuate the coast. Three fantastic days with my English-German-French-speaking friends {where a conversation, and even a sentence, can traverse all three languages before it ends); their lovely house overlooking the sea gained an additional adornment in the form of an exquisite and charming, blond and blue-eyed, grand-daughter, just one year old. [Aargh: beeping sound suggests power is failing. Later]
Noted: lingerie ads in the metro used to mean pictures of half-naked women at every turn. This time I didn't notice one: it it sensitivity to Islam (i.e. fear of the loss of a market) that caused a change?
Noted: lingerie ads in the metro used to mean pictures of half-naked women at every turn. This time I didn't notice one: it it sensitivity to Islam (i.e. fear of the loss of a market) that caused a change?
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