It's my birthday and we took a brisk walk through Frankfurt's main cemetery, a huge and fascinating place. We had some friends visiting who used to live in Frankfurt, but they had never visited Schopenhauer's grave, so we ambled in that direction. It's a very unrembarkable grave, actually. There are much grander affairs to be found. I never fail to cry at children's graves, especially if there's an inscription, so I tried avoiding them, but unfortunatley failed. Oh well, I always cry over something or other on my birthday.
I got a couple books. Luisa and Miles made me a little "book" of collages and drawings. I got tea and a scarf. And Carlo printed and framed this photograph of me and Luisa (my newest friend on GoodReads).
Oh, and I bought myself a perfume: L'Heure Bleue from Guerlain. A little old-fashioned, perhaps, but full and soft.
That was about it. I hope.
Back to work tomorrow.
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What a lovely photo!
a really lovely photo, and happy birthday!
Sarah, happy birthday ...your day sounds lovely and the pressies too.
Like the combo of another year older and Schopenhauer : )
Oh and love the photo...like how it must have been snapped real quickly to capture the head turn.
A pretty good birthday haul: friends, tears, and comfort. And books.
Happy birthday.
happy birthday, Sarah!!!
thanks, all.
Joyeux anniversaire, amie.
(it sounds so much grander en francais, oui?)
You always cry on your birthday?
Well, it's your party so....
(grin)
(I can't help it. I've always loved that song.)
It sounds like you had a lovely day.
thanks laurel
i love that song, too
I'll never get birthdays registered. We love you, all of you'ze.
Happy Birthday.
What was that Cemetery we would pass on the way to Ten Eyck St?
that was the fabulous Hillside Cemetery. great trees.
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