Tonight, dinner at L’Oulette. Off to Bordeaux on Saturday.
Last November, a friend at work visited and fell in love with Paris but never made it to Angelina. Tired, cold, and disoriented at the end of the day they were to visit Angelina, she and her friends returned to their hotel, in the rain.
We visited Angelina this morning. Wishing you were here too, Anita.
I confess an interest in tornados. Recently, I did some reading online about causation and formation. There are lots of pictures. A few days after, late afternoon, the sky took on a look I’d never seen -- low layers of black and high layers of white. At the bottom of one area I noticed a charcoal-colored, circular swirling pattern. Would I see a funnel form, here in Los Angeles?
But absence of noise and wind, as well as an airplane flying directly beneath the swirling area confirmed these were just clouds in the sky. Shapes changed by minute and the clouds moved west, gone within an hour. I didn’t think to grab my camera until the show was nearly over, but here’s what I saw.
One week from today I’ll be up in the clouds, on my way to France.