tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503729408884755809.post1397493019194309120..comments2023-07-23T07:30:09.817-05:00Comments on Texas Sarah: Indian SummerSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078386635713721679noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503729408884755809.post-49287679450641468142008-10-14T09:06:00.000-05:002008-10-14T09:06:00.000-05:00I am seriously enjoying this as well! Well put la...I am seriously enjoying this as well! Well put lady...<BR/><BR/>Though I'm not sure I can believe you didn't know Joe Dassin... ;)Evolutionary Revolutionaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14877366882448198007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503729408884755809.post-25230560406704536092008-10-14T07:45:00.000-05:002008-10-14T07:45:00.000-05:00Bernice: What a beautiful memory! Thanks so much ...Bernice: What a beautiful memory! Thanks so much for sharing it...I'm looking forward to the day when I can share the simple beauty of this city with my close family, too. <BR/><BR/>Zhu: Joe Dassin?? Never heard of him 'til I googled his name and found a great video of the song on Youtube...which I'm attaching to this post right now! It makes so much sense now why France is in love with the term Indian Summer...brilliant - thanks!!Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06078386635713721679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503729408884755809.post-69293434886739941972008-10-13T21:14:00.000-05:002008-10-13T21:14:00.000-05:00Indian summer in France? Hum... I think French are...Indian summer in France? Hum... I think French are just nostalgic of Joe Dassin! :DAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503729408884755809.post-66051466773540735712008-10-13T17:28:00.000-05:002008-10-13T17:28:00.000-05:00One evening, I was walking with my mom along the S...One evening, I was walking with my mom along the Seine at around 5:30 p.m. when the light had darkened down to that gorgeous, golden-tinged blue. The lights had come up, the traffic was whizzing by, there was the crunch of leaves under foot and it was so beautiful I wanted to cry. Fall in Paris also reminds me of pansies in windowboxes and the smell of the first chestnuts. The months between le rentree and Christmas can be breathtaking.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15340308403267224533noreply@blogger.com