Robert Frost once wrote that good fences make good neighbours. Well, today I say au contraire. I have decided that good gifts are all it takes. Monsieur Jean-Claude and Madame Jacqueline have finally returned to the Rue after their long sojourn in Morocco. And they came bearing this …
This is an authentic tagine, the original slow cooker used to make all kinds of exotic and aromatic dishes all throughout North Africa. I’m waiting for that husband of mine to get busy with the hundreds of meals I’ve already carefully planned in my head.
And as if that wasn’t enough to drag back all the way to France for the two Canadians across the street, Madame et Monsieur presented Neil with these …
Oh yes, Rusty of Arabia. Handmade right in their Moroccan village. And if you think these can’t be outdone just feast your eyes upon the ones I got…
I’m thinking I’ll have to get a whole new wardrobe for these. I mean I ask you, how sweet are these people? As they were walking out the door JC reached into his pocket and said, “Oh I almost forgot,” as he pulled out a bag of Moroccan cinnamon, Neil’s favourite addition to his morning oatmeal. Sweet indeed.
Oh yay! Now you have something to wear with your wedding dress to the market!
My thoughts exactly.
your neighbors bring you beautiful shoes?
i know you claim to be in france, but now i’ve become skeptical; please, where is this utopia you write about???
(my neighbors bring us donuts on sunday mornings. it’s not a pair of fancy shoes, but i like it still.)
Those slippers!!! Gorgeous.
Robert Frost obviously didn’t have neighbors like Monsieur and Madame. The shoes are beautiful, but I have tagine envy.
It even has the the clay coal holder for cooking outside.
Oh, to have neighbors like these . . .
They must help make your new(ish) neighborhood even more of a home.
And I want Neil’s sandals. Yours are far too lovely for my lifestyle!
Oh my! All you two need now is a magic carpet and you’re all set. Set a course for England please.
And I’m with Sarah, oh to have neighbours like that.
OHHHHHHHH. So the back of the slipper is SUPPOSED to be folded down! You don’t know how many years I’ve been wondering why people in Arabia always broke the back of their shoes and now I see that it’s part of the DESIGN of it!
This has really and truly widened the concept of shoe design for me.
And the slippers are beautiful.
(Eleanor Beardsley was on NPR this AM discussing Sarkozy’s battle to claim Joan of Arc for centrist France.)
I know, I was chatting with her on the phone while she was researching the fight over Joan!
Oooh, gold sparkly shoes and she lives in France with a man who cooks. The balance is decidedly tilted in your favor.
Many things tip in my favour Mary and I am very grateful, every day.
Nice!
Now I’m not only lusting after Emmy Lou Harris’s hair but your gorgeous gold Morrocean shoes-Miss you-Stef
My neighbors leave trash on my front lawn. I think I might like your neighbors better.
Those gold slippers are to die for!
I’m dying for a pair of those gold slippers. Oh my goodness. Morocco, here I come.
You have the best friends in the world.
“I’m waiting for that husband of mine to get busy with the hundreds of meals I’ve already carefully planned in my head.” – Pahahahahaha!