Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Monsieur Williams has decided to reprise some summery cravats after all. This is one of my favourites, a cravat of broad carnation pink and midnight sky stripes. He thought it was impossible, but it was true. Here, on a quaint avenue in Paris, he found her--quite by accident--yet here she was. The shop had the requisite French pink and black striped awnings, and the sign "Le Studio Ste. Jeanne" was modestly displayed. Through the window he watched her as she meticulously added embellishments to one of her creations, a black straw fedora, as its owner waited. Her hands were gentle and quick, and loose tendrils of hair were pushed back into her haphazard French twist. She was as beautiful as ever, as beautiful as he had left her, and he stood and watched in rapt fascination.
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