Good morning!
It’s Friday. Ducky was a bit overwhelmed by all the traffic getting into Paris yesterday, so I took him straight to the Luxembourg Garden to decompress.
The locals were thrilled by the new arrival. This is Genevieve. She came right over to introduce herself after we sat down. Within minutes they were chatting on the grass as if they’d known each other forever.
I’d been worried that language might be a problem for Ducky, but it turns out Quack is a universally spoken language. Although here they spell it “Quacke.”
Besides…
“The language of friendship is not words but meanings.”
—Henry David Thoreau
Respiteers, won’t you join me at 2pm EDT? We can sit our virtual grass and chat as if we’ve known each other forever, which it seems like we have. As always, check your inbox right before the hour.
Onwards,
Clara
Awwwwwe. ❤️❤️❤️
Hilarious! Needed that...