Her stand was right beside the chocolates, and everybody seemed to be in a state of hypnosis from the scent of the delicious cocoa and caramel and truffle. While the line for Lake Champlain Chocolates looked to be a mile long in the exaggerative eyes of a kid, I didn’t see anybody walking away holding… Continue reading At the Arts Fest (continued)
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At the Arts Fest
I immediately regretted my shoe choice as I stepped out of my snow-colored Nissan. The sky was smooth, without a single cloud to roughen the clear expanse. But yesterday’s rain had left mud in the grass, and I was wearing high heels. As I walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk,… Continue reading At the Arts Fest
Sophia – Piana, France – February 1956…
It’s a beautiful day for a picnic. My relatives have just flown in from London and my mom is determined to show them the perks of living in a smaller town in the countryside. I slip on my new, baby blue summer dress and spin around in front of my mom’s floor length mirror.… Continue reading Sophia – Piana, France – February 1956…
Sincerely, a bookworm. 