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The French and I

It was so long ago, the camera in my heart, had almost forgotten it and so~ Let this be a tribute to Roget and his gracious mother, the owners..... A French bar, Le Montmartre,filled with well dressed and well mannered Europeans, mostly French, to which it was a joy to go and to celebrate in. A lover of Edith Piaf and Charles Aznavour was I! Their soulful music made my soul fly, sky high! Each holiday with only the French I joyfully spent. I was adopted as one of them! Granted, bars can be gross and rowdy,but Le Montmartre had love and class, I recall with a splendid sigh. If only my hand could reach back in time~but it cannot. Without my French friends, the hills of San Francisco, my heart is both lonely and rent. I heard the French are heartless people. This just is not so, I tell you from three years spent with them..I want to shout it from the steeple! September 25, 2020 3:30 pm PST

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Tom Cunningham

Date: 9/26/2020 12:50:00 AM

Its never bothered me where folk come from, there's good and bad in every culture, Glad you met such nice folk. Tom

Panagiota Romios
Date: 9/26/2020 3:12:00 PM

Exactly.....I don't hang around cold or arrogant folks.))) Can't stand them. Pangie.. Hope this takes..this comment I redid 3 times Tom

Joe Dimino

Date: 9/25/2020 5:38:00 PM

Well, we attract what is inside of us. Lovely write, by the way. I felt special, and European while reading. If one is cold inside, they will attract Icicles even in summer. You have had a blessed life.

Panagiota Romios
Date: 9/25/2020 6:11:00 PM

Prince De Mino, you must gave a crystal ball. I, indeed have had a blessed life since the day I was born. Someone said Inshoukd write a book. Been a roller coaster life, saved from death many times. So I guess there must be a reason I am here. I attract warm people. I don't attract arrogant icicles. I never gave myself credit for being warm. What a great point. You are a warm Piet here. You are not a comment...you are a human being! You are not falling down the stairs with trophies but you know how to win Hearts, and you sure as neck know how to communicate more than PRETTY words. Glad I know you. Panagiota xxx