This is my view from my fenetre. Mr. T and I like to sit and stare out of this window. There is always activity, even in the foulest of weather. There are children with their nannies, always dogs and their masters (one woman usually has at least 3 tres mignon terriers), the tourists going to the restaurant next to us, the daily crossings of the habitues to Le Bosquet for their afternoon apero on the terrase, the teenagers of the quartier coming home from school ... and on and on ... Sometimes, we think it is time to move on and get that place in the provinces, but the discussion always ends with .."non, pas encore." It is too good of a vue from ma fenetre.
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