This is darn near perfection.
To think of getting bundled up and trudging with your amour through the chill of a Parisian Winter, to Sandy Calder’s flat, and there to sit on his floor, sip a cognac, and watch as the man himself took you on a delightful, handmade trip to the circus, while Mrs. Calder sat on a chair, playing accompanying music.
Oh, for a time machine, and a star to sail her by…
Enjoy.
-Niki
(Yay! My second post!)
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