Year-end program. What a lovely, extraordinary 8 years.

Costumes for tomorrow's performance.  I hope I get some good pics!

Little reminder :

The children all need their costume

Anna-Sophia : Waitress

Michael : Waiter black pants and white dress shirt

Addison : CIA agent Sunglasses and dark clothes

Anthony : Waiter black pants and white dress shirt

Vivian : Silly teenager

Emma : Silly teenager

Hannah : Silly teenager

Annika : A super rich client (Bill Gates' daughter)

Max: Russian mafioso white dress shirt, dark pants

Santo: CIA Sunglasses and dark clothes

Nora : A lady ( beautiful hair dress if possible)

Nicholas :  Russian mafioso white dress shirt, dark pants

Carter : CIA agent Sunglasses and dark clothes

Meredith : Rich client

See you tomorrow,

Rozenn

5th grade and PFS are almost over.  Bittersweet.
x,
A

Granville. Rhymes with TV.

After 6 lovely days in busy Paris, a train ride to Granville proved to be just what I needed to relax.   Well, also knowing I was picking up daughter from her field trip helped.  I should have video of us parents (and kids!) at the reunion.
I couldn't get enough of this place during the 2 days I was there.

This is the entrance to the staircase (steep, very steep, no railings) to the sea from the Christian Dior museum and garden.

This is a picture of I don't know what, but it caught my eye in a residential window, so I climbed up a fence/ledge type thing and took a pic!

This pic is from my hotel room.  When I ordered room service, the front desk asked if I wanted it delivered to my room or if I would, "Take it by the sea."  I took it by the sea.  How could someone resist that option?
I'm going back.

An unexpected lovely/unlovely mix

Birthdays are a big deal around here.  My family's, friends', and mine (!).  They are full of treats and huge, grand arm sweeping surprises.  But my last one, last month, was a bust.  Don't get me wrong, the gifts and well wishes were stellar (as always!) but the tone rang sour with daughter's  unexpected, impending school closure.   I almost forgot all about MY DAY.  Worry friends, I celebrate 1/2 b'days.
So.......I've been thinking about last year.   H told me that morning, "Just put on something nice and be ready at 7:00."  Daughter was sooooo excited.  I couldn't extract ANYTHING out of her.  What a vault!
This is what pulled up:

And this is her inside, shrieking about the TV:

I still, occasionally, crack up about how people rushed to the limo when we pulled up at Pazzo to see who was inside.  Just us.  They were disappointed, but I have a great memory of something that makes me laugh.  That's a special gift, no?

Above song keeps running through my head.   Incessantly.  Not sure if it's a gift (the incessantness...is that a word?).   Oops, sorry.  I didn't mean to get it stuck in your head too, if you chose to click on it.
Make everyday lovelier than your b'day!  How's that for making up for last month?
x,
A

Paris, je t'aime*

I loved this moment when H tossed daughter my camera and told her,  "Get ready to take a picture of your mama and me."

She got all giggly.  Super darling.  Wish I had a pic of her at that point.
*Yeah, corny post title, but the following is even cornier:

Evidently, lovebirds put padlocks on some of the bridges over the Seine and throw the key into the river to signify undying love.  Who needs to do this?   If it's undying, why pollute the river?  Why not just buy your special someone something pretty/handsome to wear or look at....or... do nothing and just be?  The French are miffed out over it, but the dressed up locks do make a compelling pic.  Google "padlock on the Seine" for the article(s) that won't let me paste HERE.
More on France trip later.  Home less than 3 weeks and already penciled in another Paris trip.  Lovely.
x,
A