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Bonjour December 1, 2009...
Is December the most nostalgic month of the year?
I'm reminded of making gingerbread men and rabbits and Scotty dogs with my Mom when I was 6 or 7...
My mother died when I was 24.
She was too young and so was I.
I don't think I've ever truly grown up, or so others tell me...
Maybe it's why I feel such an affinity for the French.
They are so attached to the things of childhood.
They even take their penny candy, available all over Paris...
And serve it at the most sophisticated of tea salons in the Musee Arts Decoratifs.
Here they've covered a car with the same candies!
And kid's ballerinas...
Is there a French woman on the planet who does not own at least one pair of ballerinas?
I love the way they take a child's toy, make it into an art object and then pop it right in the street.

How about the kids scooters you see everywhere?

Including inside Galeries Lafayette.

Boy would I love to ride one of these into Bergdorf Goodmans...

They take our everyday campfire marshmallows and make them mango and safron-flavored!

I'm glad I can find the best hot chocolate in the world where ever I turn in Paris. Maybe that's why I feel so at home there...

No I would not give you false hope
On this strange and mournful day
But the mother and child reu-nion
Is only a motion away, oh, little darling of mine.