Afternoon WIndow-Licking

The Christmas tree "trunk"

I stayed close to home this morning and worked.  I did household chores, worked on district work AND worked on two new poems.  I don't usually go out in the afternoon; I do most of my running the streets in the morning. The afternoon has a different feel to it and more importantly, I get to window shop a little more, because if you wait until after lunch, more things are open and for a longer period of time.

Grooming the gravel.

I actually was searching for the hair salon that Jason's wife recommended.  It's all the way at the end of Rue Verdun, which sounds like a long walk, but actually isn't. Oh Lordy, what have I subjected myself to?  This guy speaks English, but I get the feeling he is French to the bone marrow.  He sort of threw up his hands in an, "I have no idea what I am going to do with THIS mess," attitude, which softened considerably when I told him I was in HIS hands and whatever he thought best for me, well, let's do it. Please pray for me.  My appointment is next Tuesday morning at 11:00. 

Kitchen store window.  Sorry for the glare.

More stores are putting out Christmas displays, but they are usually very elegant and understated.  I spent some time in the kitchen shop-sort of like a Sur La Table....and of course I wanted everything in there. I bought a fork.  It will be my lighthearted way to make my scrambled eggs extra special.  

How cute is this?  Almost makes you want to have a little girl, doesn't it?

I could just swoon......

Preparations continue to dress Place Gambetta for the holidays. The huts are all installed, and the Christmas tree is being assembled.  It's a great big version of the aluminum Christmas trees that those of us of a certain age, and those of us of a certain geographical area (Baltimore) will remember so fondly.