Paris here I come..................

I am setting off to Paris tomorrow to meet up with Tartelette for a little flea market 'truffling' before we set off on our road trip next week. I am expecting her to be waiting for me under the clock inside Saint Lazare station . She is like a whirlwind of energy with knobs on but I am ready for it!!!

I think I should wear a label saying " If found in a distressed state please return this person to Le Petit Chateau du Breuil".

After some flea market heaven..........................

I have been promised lunch at Laduree!

We will then come back briefly to Normandy to unload our treasures -  before setting off again for a week of truffling around France.

And as for those bundles of letters I referred to yesterday.......

..........Mark and I sat up until 3am this morning glancing through some of them.

All are dated and it is clear that the soldier wrote a letter/sent  a card to his sewwtheart virtually very day. Inside one of the bundles was a photograph of the young lovers so we can at least put faces to their names. It`s going to be a wonderful story - but I think the ending is going to be a real tear jerker.

The story starts whilst the couple were courting (1933), includes the birth of their daughter, Collette  (1934), reveals the day-to-day routine of an Army officer of the time for a few years preceding and  then after the occupation of France by the Germans in WW2.  A true tale of a 'grand amour" 

 The writing is quite spidery in places and hard to read and some of the " old" French is difficult to translate, but I have been to see a good friend today who is willing to help with the translation. There are so many letters that I think I will open up another blog site just for recounting the story so we can all watch it unfold.

I aim to start the new blog when I return home next week and shall let you all know what it shall be called.

A la prochaine mes belles
xxxx