(Montmartre window)
Red was my grandmother's favorite color...
(Paris produce market)
...especially this deep, sweet, gorgeous red.
She wore dark red lipstick on her plump, naturally maroon lips,
planted red geraniums and wore red scarves.
A couple of years ago I had a dream about her.
She was trying to tell me something but I couldn't hear her.
She became more and more agitated,
had to make me understand because 'some people are coming'.
A short time later I called my aunt.
She'd had a similar dream.
Called my sister.
Same dream.
She became more and more agitated,
had to make me understand because 'some people are coming'.
A short time later I called my aunt.
She'd had a similar dream.
Called my sister.
Same dream.
(Montmartre cafe table)
Whatever the message was,
it was never received.
After the dream, I drove by the old house
and noticed a pink construction permit posted outside.
Was she trying to tell us she'd stashed a load of cash in the wall
and wanted us to know before the new owners found it?
I've been in touch with them.
They never said a word.
Or was she just calling to say
Je t'aime?
(Tomorrow would have been her 97th birthday!
Bon Anniversaire, Grandma!)
(Photos copyright: Kirsten Steen)
WOW. This is what I need at this moment...an EYE=POPPING color to give me joy as I trudge to my school where it is too wild for me.....big hugs to you Kirsten! Anita
ReplyDeleteI love that wonderful story about shared dreaming. And, of course, I always love your images.
ReplyDeleteI'm with Anita! These colors are just stunning and I think that you can always count on Paris for some rouge!
ReplyDeleteJoyeaux anniversaire, un peu en retard pour ta Grandmère.
Bises,
Genie
Grandmothers are so special. Amazing story, Kirsten! xo
ReplyDeleteSo ROUGE, J'adore! Missing Paris Day. For me that is every single day of my life since March, 2007.
ReplyDeleteNow I"m enjoying your Greek music. I can't for the life of me find your player! Have you hidden it? Love the choices.
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