Paris in Tooting

We couldn't afford to go to Paris this weekend--EuroStar sold out--so Paris came to Tooting. The clothesline is strung with fairy lights, clothing and clothespins in the order of the French flag and postcards from the Musee d'Orsay. We are 'Marie,' 'Claudette,' and 'Evelyn' enjoying rose champagne (read: cava) with camebert, croissant and Potomayo's French cafe music coming from 'the parlor.' We even have fresh flowers: red Gerber daises, white stalks, and a purple-blue variety that stops me in my tracks. We speak to our kindly neighbors in broken French--bonjour, petit pois, oui--and plan bolognese for dinner. We make our own lives.