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French Florist and the Shakespeare and Company Bookstore

The florist converted the empty slab of concrete into a floral work of art. 

I regarded him with appreciation from a distance. First, He hauled the tall green trees outside and placed them in three groups—one on the right, some on the left, and the others in the center. 

The tall trees towered, like awning, over the lemon, lime, and kumquats. 

He arranged the herbs on one side—rosemary, thyme, sage, and several others written in French.

On the right, he arranged flowers on the ground— purples and pinks, yellow and white daises, sunflowers, red hibiscus, and flowers I do not know.

Then, he stooped and watered each plant. A full hour later, he stands back and regards his work. He is pleased and so am I to have watched a live work of art from beginning to end. 

I had to take a photo of the first two sentences.

Ontonio and I shuffled into the bus line for our trip to the famous Shakespeare and Company bookstore. I pushed the ticket in the wrong slot. The bus driver yelled in French and the line of over fifteen people mumbled behind me. 

I need to speak French but English clinged to my tongue. Ontonio, my knight in matching red Converse, rescued me! We took our seats and off we went. The bus ride gave us glimpse of the city. We saw places we’ve been via a different route, and mentally marked places we want to visit. I wish I captured the woman riding her bicycle in stilettos…but the bus zoomed by.

The line at Shakespeare and Company bookstore was wrapped around the corner. 

I perused the books outside. 

And found one I had to buy. 

Luckily, I didn’t have to join the line, but I still got a chance to go inside.

I purchased a signed company of, Palm Trees In The Snow, by Gloria Maria Strassburger. And I also got the official Shakespeare and Company stamp.  

Until Next time,

Be well, 


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