(no. 3) Sometimes on a Sunday…

…a feisty and fiercly beautiful 83-year-old French woman named Françoise inspires beyond belief (as she has done since the fateful day she first welcomed you into her home en Bretagne – a scared, far-from-home, 16-year-old girl who would never be quite the same for having met her – oh the langoustines et des huitres, the crêpes complètes, the cidre!).

On this particular French Open Final day somewhere à côté de la Loire, one hour sud of Paris in la belle France she wows the crowds (or at least this awed and adoring fan) by wearing her hair in an effortlessly elegant chignon…

...and by rolling up her sleeves to wash radishes...
...with the reverent attention of rows upon rows of dried spices...
...while sending her own beloved worker bees...
...out amongst the other worker bees...
...to forage for framboises...
...et pour les cerises...
...so that her lucky family and honoured guests from around the world...
...can eat in style at her generous table en plein air.
And as if that weren't enough inspiration pour un jour, at the end of all this Françoise has enough energy to teach the kids a thing or two about winning...
...and about losing and good sportsmanship (even when a lady of a certain age kicks your butt).
So Madame de P: merci, merci, toujours merci de Mary G.
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(no. 3) Sometimes on a Sunday…

6 thoughts on “(no. 3) Sometimes on a Sunday…

  1. Gina-momma says:

    I hope I’m 82 like Francoise…this is tres magnifique! Your friendship with them is heart warming.

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