It’s Easter Sunday, and I decided to go for a walk. Down the quiet tree-covered lane I like to walk, with Life as my close companion, resurrecting me by the senses. Wherever you are today, your world is rich, and your senses are hungry. Unplug. And feed them.
An original egg
Several weeks ago, when I was doing my grocery shopping at Carrefour (the WalMart of France), I saw this egg in the tray. I picked it up and held it in my hand; and instantly we drew a small crowd of people who found the egg equally disturbing. “C’est bizarre” was their assessment. Well, that cinched it. I had to have it.