When I got off the bus by Madison Park, I thought of Reya.
There I was, large as life, reflected in a garbage can.
Reya always has lovely distorted images and a dog.
More of that later.
I met Bonbon Oiseau because we had to discuss Morocco and India.
She has lived in the latter which I recently visited -- and vice versa.
Lots to discuss over tea in ABC Carpet....
which is right by Union Square Green Market.
It was late afternoon so one cannot blame the stall-holder
having a nap in his splendid red truck.
This plump, scruffy dog was sitting patiently near an apple stall --
Which brings us to thoughts of dogs. Much scanning of Petfinder.com lately.
Applications put in. Are we fit to be allowed to adopt a dog? Will we be rejected out of hand?
Vet references needed. Luckily our previous dog lived to be 16 and the cat 18.
But even so..... I will keep you posted.
In the meantime, bleeding hearts, pansies and herbs.
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