was to stroll down the avenue Montaigne to view the window displays. Monsieur Olivet, with one box of peanut brittle left to deliver (for there surely would not be one item left undone on his "to-do" list), paused a moment in front of Les Livres, the bookstore. A sunny scene caught his attention and he smiled when he made out the title of the book wedged in the sand. It was an English book titled, "Hidden Sonoma".
Wishing all of you, my lovely bloggy friends who have been so kind and warm, generous and full of good will, a wonderful Christmas and holiday season. You have meant so very much to me this year. Hugs to all of you – Shirley
PS–I do hope to post a few more of Monsieur's adventures before the New Year, and I hope to visit all of you soon. Off to baking now... : )