Fall in Paris is not glorious at all. I used to say that October was my favorite month in Pittsburgh: the fresh sun, the wonderful colors, the promise of the holidays to come, jumping in the mounts of leaves...None of that here.
The trees are looking rusty and old and dirty.
People are on strike.
You can either get a chestnut on your head or fall rolling over one.
It's not really raining but it is not 'not raining' either.
The skies look gray and heavy.
3 comments:
Strike?
What strike?
well, there was supposed to be one...
A protest, not a strike...
Have your years in the US make you forget the difference?
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