Friday, September 14, 2012

A Little Posey

We went to Odessa toward the end of August, and there's a story behind this little dried flower bouquet.  We were eating on the terrace of Steakhouse (yes, that's it's name) on Deriviskaya Street, which is closed off to make it a walking street.  There was a lot of stuff going on there, from carriage rides to girls in 19th century dress selling flowers like the ones above.  One of those girls was in front of the restaurant for most of our meal, and Andreas was fascinated by her expert selling technique and style.  So... since she had kept him entertained all the way through dinner, we bought one.  Or rather, I did the talking and Andreas did the buying.  I end up doing the talking most of the times in foreign places.  It comes of having a husband who hates learning to conjugate verbs in other languages.  I'd started Russian lessons early in the summer.

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