When I got there, spot on time... Fine, it's a big deal for me, practising at getting better timing... I managed to get to a 'party' friend's wedding which had begun at 2 pm on a Sat, at 6 am the following morning! Their house and garden carried an aftermath effect but they were up with a handful of people dying and moving around the place. So I got there full of energy and the party re-started. Mind you, his wife put a stop to our friendship shortly after! And I liked her. She's alright and I totally understand. What? I don't know. Pas de probléme. No problema.
Oh yes... Back to Blue Bar.
I walked in and saw a tall, blonde lady in trousers and a white shirt, sitting at the bar opposite the entrance smiling at me. We had only met once when I paid her a visit to her offices. And no... She was not my divorce lawyer, now that is another funny story!
"Haldita," she stood to greet me with a warm hug back, "thank you for the invite."
"Florentine Dear, my absolute pleasure, I liked you from the only time we met and your proficiency in dealing with the case, could only make me want to be friends with you. Glad to hear you feel the same way." I expressed my true feelings, as always.
"I also appreciated that you said to meet after the case was over." Were Florentine's professional words.
We had a great girlie night out and met some interesting people we chatted with, after dinner.
Sunday looked sunny and I was to meet Novia, for brunch at 2 pm.
So we texted:
Me: 'Why don't you come to me for lunch at 2.30pm?'
Novia: 'Great. See you then.'
Lola messaged: 'Any plans?'
Me: 'Sure. Come over to me for lunch at 2.30.'
Connor texted: 'Que passa chica? Lunch?'
Me: 'Yap. Come over to me at 2.30.'
Hence brunch began with the conversation of some adventures, we had shared on various travels. Lola began by talking about our trip to a music festival abroad. I had touched on the subject earlier but have kept the naughtiest parts aside for later. If sex is on your mind... well, no sex. We were four girls and called ourselves 'Pigs on tour' and at some stage, I was so excited to be a groupie! Amazing.
Let me be frank here, (as though!) I was with some great company of girls much younger in age, not sure about my attitude as I behaved like a teenager when I look back... Mind you no... definitely no teenager! A liberated woman ...
Barely ten minutes after landing on the beach, I left the girls for a stroll. Didn't get further than a little along the beach, to come back carrying the largest cookie I have ever seen wrapped in a serviette!
"There you are," Sharon made eye contact with a naughty look, "Now, I wonder what you've been up to? Look girls, Haldita's got some goodies for us!"
"You only left for ten minutes, Haldita." Lola gave her cheeky smile.
"What are you like? Brilliant." Hanna's infectious laugh is wholehearted.
We partied for seven days and nights. As Lola pointed out:
"It was the maddest week of my life and I wish I hadn't gone back last year. It was fun of course but not the same."
She continued on: "I must say as mad as it was, no act of sex was involved. We were girls bonding and having fun."
"Yes," I took up, "Having fun with each other and everyone we met."
"Except for your lap dance Haldita," Lola had to mention that of course. Haha
Ayayaya... It's so tempting to go on... But I don't want to be insensitive to anyone's privacy.
Connor had to meet friends, I asked if they would like to join... and they did.
Lola's friend, Owen rang the bell and arrived for a short visit. "Party Mamma," he said as he gave me a big hug, "it's so good to see you again."
"Visa versa my darling Owen." I hugged him back.
"The night you took me and my friend out, we were jumping up and down at our table." He remembered well.
"Yes," I said with a puff, "It was all that red bull, I don't drink that stuff normally."
After dinner, at the table, Laurent whom I had met briefly before and had come to join Connor here, erupted with this interesting news on the French media...
This is my interpretation after I read about it.
An act of good intention is now becoming a nightmare for a French couple; Pierre, a retired electrician of 71 years and his wife Danielle le Guennec.
Monsieur Le Guennec has been firm in saying: "This was a gift. We aren't thieves and yet we're accused of theft."
As unbelievable as it may seem, the 271 lithographs, portraits, and sketches... done at the peak of Picasso's creativity, between 1900 and 1930 are now estimated at £50m.
The electrician had stored them in his garage and brought them out almost forty years after Picasso died in 1973. He brought them to the offices in a lockless case, having taken the train.
As Laurent clearly pointed out: "After 30 years if no claim has been made on any antique pieces, by French law... Well, he can keep it."
"And as you put it, Laurent," I said, "no one has claimed for them, nor have they reported them lost or stolen!"
"No," Laurent continued, "No one knew they existed."
So... the moral of my story would be...
What was truly going on in Picasso's mind, when he gifted his 271 pieces to his caring electrician? He did spend most of his time painting at home. Could it be he found a friend in this man?
However, with the law suites against him by Claude, Picasso's son and the administration lawyer, monsieur Neuer, and the current consequences, Did Picasso really do him a favour?"
What is the value of our peace and sanity?
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