It’s been a year since Tucker died. A year ago today I never would have believed that this is where I would be on this anniversary. But, I’m sitting here in the library, looking out the windows at an amazing sunset (it’s even making the ugly buildings out in the Banelieu look pretty), and I’m going to stop on my way home to buy the yummiest looking french carrots I can find.
And, I promise, back to more fun Parisian news next time!
Ooh, make this with the carrots!
http://www.davidlebovitz.com/archives/2008/07/carottes_rapee.html
And rest in peace, Tucker.
I can’t decide if being around people giving birth has made me weepy, or OL suddenly transported into my body, but I must admit that made me well up a bit.
The top picture is great. His head looks both huge and on backwards. Classic.
Are you going to get some nice french salt as well?
That definitely made me tear-y. Thinking lots of you and tuck-tuck.
❤
must stop this crying before class!!! nice pictures and post, E.
I know he’s happy you’re in the land of good food!