'ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY, WHO CARES?' SAID OUR BROTHER DOWN THE PHONE, DIRECT FROM PARIS ON THE DAY OF OUR BIRTH.
INDEED. BUT WE NEEDED AN EXCUSE FOR AN IMPROMPTU BRUNCH, WHERE WE SAMPLED CHEESES FROM THE MARKET, ATE CORN FRITTERS WITH AVOCADO SALSA, AND KEPT THE WINE COLD IN OUR BATHTUB.
A MOST UNEXPECTED AND EQUALLY FABULOUS ANTIQUE INDIAN QUILT WAS GIVEN; WE LOVE IT, AND HOW IT PERFECTLY COMPLIMENTS A CARD GIVEN BY ANOTHER
