Le Samedi Matin
Saturday morning in our little corner of the 6th arrondissement. The church bells are clanging as I type this. There must be a wedding in that parish. Heaven. Off to the market in the Place Maubert, where reader DS says I can get terrific milk.
Saturday morning in our little corner of the 6th arrondissement. The church bells are clanging as I type this. There must be a wedding in that parish. Heaven.
Off to the market in the Place Maubert, where reader DS says I can get terrific milk.
