Since I can’t leave my beloved Paris, the Christmas Market came to the City of Lights’ Hôtel de Ville (as the French calls its City Hall).
I’m just a hop and a skip away so I took the opportunity to go there on a week evening when crowds were practically nonexistent. The new protocol has made me into a model citoyen.
There’s usually a skating rink in its place but this year, to celebrate the holidays, Paris parked more than its share of pine trees and decorated it with such flair.
I kept pinching myself if I didn’t shrink to Tom Thumb proportions and found myself in a Christmas diorama from Bamboo Tonogbanua’s iconic panorama.
Still a believer in magic and fairies, elves and whatever that sparkles, the photos I hope our editors will take into consideration and share all with you, Dahlinks.
My profoundest gratitude for hitting on my column. Even seasoned politicians get a kick reading what I’m complaining about these days, although ever since I’m in the FIRST WORLD, I’m quite happy to be where I am.
Un très JOYEUX NÖEL and a most prosperous New Year! Cross your fingers Negros.
MY PRAYER. Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:4–7, NIV*
