“Paris is about love, right?” asks Hana this morning.
Right. Paris is about love. What brought on this Train of Thought? No idea. Maybe the fact that she remembered that her brother ‘has a love’.
“But no longer,” I replied.
“Why not?” she wanted to know.
“I don’t know. That’s what happens.”
And so she drew ‘Paris is About Love’.
The heart above the table is obviously cracked, but not yet broken, “because there are pieces of scotch tape. It’s taped together again.” Not very promising for the remainder of that romance, but whatever. The boyfriend (left side) and the girl friend (right side) are sharing a plate of spaghetti, and they will “suck the spaghetti until they kiss each other.” Spaghetti with meat balls, I think.
I think she’s seen that scene in ‘The Lady and the Tramp.’
“But no longer,” I replied.
“Why not?” she wanted to know.
“I don’t know. That’s what happens.”
And so she drew ‘Paris is About Love’.The heart above the table is obviously cracked, but not yet broken, “because there are pieces of scotch tape. It’s taped together again.” Not very promising for the remainder of that romance, but whatever. The boyfriend (left side) and the girl friend (right side) are sharing a plate of spaghetti, and they will “suck the spaghetti until they kiss each other.” Spaghetti with meat balls, I think.
I think she’s seen that scene in ‘The Lady and the Tramp.’
And to complete the setting, there is the Eiffel Tower, to make sure that you understand that this is about Paris, and Paris is about love.
