I took these shots when I walked along a street this afternoon—a street of galleries and interesting little nooks. When I saw the first window, I thought I was back in New York City. The sign indicates that the showing has ended—more likely, it’s been extended. I wonder how many people pop in to take a look… I didn’t.This second window reminded me of my lesson with Mrytille at the beginning of this week. As part of each lesson, I had to tell her (en francais) what I’d done during the weekend—where I’d gone, what I’d seen, what I thought, etc. When I related to her the two dinner invitations from two different Frenchmen, she pursed her lips (as only the French can do), shook her head and said, “C’est le printemps qui arrive.” Spring has arrived…
