girl at large

I like to write about life when you have a job, some kids, a fixer upper and a fatal disease.


Ruby and i enjoyed our regular stroll up to Fort Carre this afternoon. the weather is beautiful, the old town is less congested–September has been a big improvement over August. only some people seem to think i'm a lingering tourist: a little french boy saw me with my camera, pointed at me and said to his parents "That tourist brought her dog". thanks alot kid. that's 'artiste', not 'touriste'.
is it a good thing or a bad thing that i'm begining to really understand what the frenchies are saying?

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