its paper-thin veneer already
peeling, expanded accordion style
to hold her summer au-pair wardrobe.
At Charles de Gaulle she's wearing
a cherry-red two piece/frock/jacket affair
from Alexander's drapery shop at the bottom of The Square.
You'd spot her coming a mile off.
But French teens don't wear suits
she finds. It's all ponchos
and bell bottoms
and nonchalance.
The cherry is boxed in accordeon blue
and she acquires the local intonation
even the neckerchief
tied a la Bardot
but doesn't quite manage
the Gallic shrug, the insouciance,
the Je ne sais quoi...
Thankfully...
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wonderful piece of nostalgia!
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