My sis....

I've just spent nearly one hour on the phone with my sister in Paris and it really added some sparkles of joy to this sunny morning. I used to wish my younger sister and I were twins because we look alike, have the same voice, we share the same inclination for the arts, and also both laugh a lot. Although we don't meet or call each other often, it always feels as yesterday and I truly enjoy this feeling of strong solid sisterly love. I remember once, one of my aunts was quite surprised at the way my sister and I were greeting each other. She thought we sounded more like two girlfriends meeting again after a long time.

here she is striking the same pose as the stone carved woman behind her in Barcelona. Looking for more pics, I found a whole series of postcards she sent me while on vacation. She likes posting little sketches of her daily activities. Below is our mom, whom we nicknamed "little frog", watching the horse race in Cagnes-sur-mer in the south of France. She also sketched herself and my elder sister after their animal nickname. Well... in our family my younger sister is known as the round pig and my elder sister as the quick rabbit.

I was really happy to find this postcard, I find it quite amusing...The quote says : Têtard aux courses à Cagnes-sur-mer avec son short en bourrette de soie de chez Christian Dior ("Little frog" at the horse race in Cagnes-sur-mer, wearing her Christian Dior bourrette silk shorts) meaning, ok Mom wears shorts, not very elegant, but eh, they're Christian Dior ! (ah...these Parisians...can't help being name-dropping, brand-dropping). I'm not represented there as I didn't join them on that vacation.

So what will you be doing this week end? I think I'll sleep ! Monchéri finds me very boring at the moment. Lately, my daily program has been : valentine cards, translating (super boring underperforming hedge funds...again...yes hedge funds do still exist), valentine cards, translating, kiss, eat, bed and the next day is the same.
But tomorrow, I'll read this book, by my beloved Cortázar, The Pursuer, a short story written in the memory of Charlie Parker.

I guess, I'll be baking too as some friends are coming for tea on sunday and spend some time on the phone with my parents in Madagascar. There has been some upheaval lately due to a violent opposition between the mayor of the capital city Antananarivo and the current president. Apparently there is a growing discontentment in the city towards the president's policy. Hope to learn more this week end....

Have a lovely peaceful week end !