Posted by Loulou on Jul 16, 2016 | 12 comments

Mama loves this trumpeter blowing his horn of hope.  I hope it reaches to Nice. A lovely old-fashioned barber.  I hope he doesn’t want to give ME a trim! Fresh porcini for tagliatelle (home-made pasta in this little trattoria called Memmo). And this charming (and famous, we found out) woodcrafter just up the street from the trattoria.  There were...

Posted by Loulou on Jul 16, 2016 | 2 comments

What I saw outside of our porthole! I’m not feeling much like a light story of a moment in my kitty life.  I’m not feeling like writing at all, what with the horrors in our beloved Nice, a kind and beautiful city of many different kinds of people who appeared to live peacefully together.  No longer.  But I’ll keep writing to remain sane....