It was in 2001 on the 21st of August in London that Blanche, the beautiful, wonderful, unique individual who happened to be my mother, left this world. I celebrate her now and always. Below: Blanche in the 1940s, and in France with my older sister Annie and me.
Wednesday, August 10, 2022
This was the view from a table in the moored boat-restaurant on the canal in Maida Vale where I had a lovely birthday dinner with three close friends last night. If you look closely you can just about make out the stately procession of ducks which happened to be floating by when I snapped this shot. Obviously the parade was in my honour even if the ducks didn't know it. They were swimming too fast for me to get a close-up shot so I can't show you their facial expressions.
Posted by Natalie d'Arbeloff at 8:32 pm