(that I fell in love with thanks to the gentleman that took control of New Orleans after Katrina. I can't remember his full name. Anyone?)
No idea, but I think I can blame my infatuation with
Honore' on a certain French writer.
Array (as
Marian the Librarian would say, "You'll find it in
Balzac.")
I need the smell of summer--
I need its noises in my ears.
A revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having.