Travellers - May 19, 2011 - France

Cherry saw her first. I only noticed her at the gate. She was perhaps five feet tall. Slender and not hurried rolling her bag beside her on four wheels like a dog on a walk. The bag was leashed with blue straps. The bag colors were in blocks of green, aqua, plum, and banana. Reaching the gate she stopped and prepared the bag for boarding, binding it with its own straps so it could not escape as if my some magic powers it was sure to possess.

The bag was only an accessory to her outfit which was a statement on its own. Starting at the top with a charcoal wool cap sporting a short bill on front which evoked the turn of the 19th century. Next was her green coat which was somewhere between London Fog and duster that stopped four inches from the floor. A yellow collar peeked out from the the top of her coat. Then the final touch - sparkling pink sneakers on a white footbed.

So it begins. Our adventure in France is sure to fill our digital cameras with all of the advertised sights, but what else will we see and experience? Harris no doubt will charm the mademoiselles. Poppy will get lost and meet interesting people. Perhaps a nice burgundy or a truffle sniffing dog will surprise us in Beaune. No telling what we will see on the beaches of Nice. Stay tuned for more reports.

Au revoir,

Monsieur Jerome

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