It’s Thursday and I am late to the party. Fashionably? Truth is, I wasn’t even sure I would play this week but I am totally skipping class, so to speak. I needed a break from the monotonous task that was leaving me brain-dead at work so I have snuck out for a few moments to get that grey matter working. Shhh… don’t tell my boss. Thank you to Rochelle for hosting this party and to Brenda Fox for bringing the party favours. Should you want to play along, just click on my frog carousel below and add your link to your 100-word story. K. Back to work. None the wiser…
Do you ever feel like you’ve been somewhere before even though you know you haven’t? It’s like a strange familiarity wraps itself around you.
I am walking in the Charles-de-Gaulle Esplanade in Montpellier when I see a beautiful old carousel. There’s that feeling of déjà vu I mention. As in “already seen”. I have yet to set foot in France.
Not déjà vu after all. In Florence, in the Piazza della Repubblica, they have an almost identical carousel situated in a square just like this one.
Must be a European thing, I can’t imagine this in Phillips Square in Montreal!