It’s been a month since the trip. The lavender wind from the lawn of 3900 Wisconsin Avenue (yes, someone has to live next to the infamous Fannie Mae) brings back memories from Provence. I didn’t know anything about France, and had never had any curiosity about going there. But fate!
And in the mail today, at the bottom of the pile, I got the gift of the “special project,” complete with the exquisite handwriting. To hold this in my hand is too cool!!