the roses, and how they are coming up all over
Probably it would have embarrassed the man from Orange who came today, totally unexpected, and, after forty minutes of tinkering, "c'est pas bon," and "je reviens, a tout à l'heure," created the miracle of internet in my apartment, if I had kissed him.
He did smell kind of meaty, though, so maybe better for both of us. Plus--large moustache. But I did tell him he is my favorite person in France. And he laughed.
And I found a desk, and set up my sewing machine. And found fruit crates for shelves. And talked about poetry with a class of girls who also advised me on where to find a bag I liked.
Some days the beautiful things are just behind the buildings, and then they appear, right when you need them. Thank goodness.