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July 30, 2012
Night Walk Home
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Voilà Montréal! Merci, Beth.
Posted by: Robert | July 30, 2012 at 07:19 PM
The question Dormez vous? is quickly answered: Not if you buy this bed.
I see three enemies of sleep on offer: a wrought-iron bedhead against which you may repeatedly bang your head, a wrought-iron bed-foot waiting like a bear-trap to grab your feet, and finally that evil device better suited to providing brief comfort on an executioner's block - un traversin.
The couple doing the testing must be clued-up anglo-saxons. By choosing to lie across the bed they are cleverly avoiding all three of these dubious French hindrances to domestic bliss.
Posted by: Lorenzo da Ponte | July 31, 2012 at 12:07 PM
Love these!
(LdP's right about the traversin though! Interesting to see this particular French detail has been transplanted to your side...)
Posted by: Lucy | August 04, 2012 at 06:39 AM
Lovely to see Montreal at night. Montreal used to be my city when I lived in the north country--only place for good food and culture. I ate my first starfruit in Montreal... long ago.
Posted by: marly youmans | August 04, 2012 at 09:32 AM