the blue wardrobe

John just made me coffee to drink in my bed and I looked up to see the blue wardrobe draped in the scarf I bought at the market yesterday: a vignette. In the other room my grandson is telling his grandad about his facility with languages. And it’s true. He shames us. At 5 years old, he is fluently bilingual. He slept over at our apartment and tomorrow we will have the pleasure of his brother’s overnight company. When we asked our hosts if a sleepover was ok, they said yes, and when we returned from the marionette museum, the sofa bed had been made up.

This is such a lovely place, with its wide pine floor-boards, its soft yellow and blue walls, its congenial hosts, the beautiful garden, the feral cats acrobatic on the rooftops, and the old city all around us. Today we have an adventure ahead and tonight another overnight guest. His towels and pillow are waiting, a special hot chocolate for his breakfast tomorrow.

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