17 Decembre 2009
Omegawd, omegawd, Omegawd, IT IS SNOWING!!!
Sigh… The snowflakes look like fairies dancing and floating down from the sky. It looks magical!!!
*** It doesn’t normally snow in Paris, it usually melts just before it hits the ground, but this time it stayed. Looks like I might have a white Christmas after all.
“My breast shall be your bed…”
“Just when I was about to kiss her lips, she vanished forever from me.”
Lines from the song and poetry performed in an intimate concerto of guitar, harp and violin.
We were invited to a private concert in a wonderful home somewhere in Paris.
It was a night of gaelic music, art and wine.
What a nice way to end a magical day…