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hardly wait to begin. He placed the delectable pastries on the back of the table. The coffee was aromatic, very smooth and rich, tempting to the taste buds, a veritable gourmet delight, and the accompaniment of a pot of warm cream in French Café-Aulait style enriched its pleasure.
    “ Merci Monsieur , ce tres bon ,” she thanked him. He bowed and left.
    She ate quietly and slowly, as she enjoyed the low, soothing, romantic French background music filling the air from the living room. It had become one of her favorite kinds of music. She appreciated the knowledge of the language and customs which allowed her to get more out of the country. Most interpretations lose something in the translation, for true expression cannot be successfully interpreted from one language to another since each has its own forms of expression.
    She finished her meal with the exquisite pastries and satisfying coffee just as dusk began to settle over the countryside. Lights began to sparkle like tiny stars across the landscape. It was a delightful time of evening to relish and store in the memory.
    A slight breeze drifted across the balcony and rustled the leaves on the trellis. Her below-shoulder-level hair moved gently back from her neck as the breeze fanned by drying the remaining dampness left from her shower. This was very refreshing and she absorbed it to the utmost. She lingered a while to feel the gentle caress of the breezes before going in to attend to and ready her designs for tomorrow. Everything had to be prepared in a particular order to present as the show started. She thought as she sat there, I hope that I will not stop to marvel over all the tremendous treasures of nature which have no other source.
    She planned to retire early so she could be fresh and alert tomorrow for she did not want to miss a thing going on around her. She wondered who the new buyer was and what to expect upon their first meeting. Where was he or she from? Would this be a new market in a different area?
    She arranged her line of fashions as she wished them presented, deciding which models would bring life to certain outfits. She was keen to the features each model possessed and could use them the best way to show off each piece of her fashions in a unique way and planned the line-up to be accurate and effective. She was eager for the program to begin. As it unfolded, she beheld the interest in the eyes of the spectators and studied their faces to learn what brought smiles, frowns, or disinterest. This filled her with electricity and bounce. Watching the fashions modeled gave her a fresh perspective, alerting her to changes which could improve her future groupings. She tried to view things as if she were a potential buyer. She was involved in a special art which took an alert and keen eye.
    Being aware of her inability to work well without proper sleep, she decided to get ready for bed and folded up her portfolio, now all ready for the presentation. As she got into bed, into soft, delicate satin sheets, she easily drifted off to sleep hoping to dream of future ideas and fashions.
    She awoke at six o'clock, rose and ordered breakfast. Knowing that a fresh pot of the delightful coffee she liked so well awaited on the small table outside the door, she opened it, brought in the coffee with its accompanying cup and took it to the patio. It was a gorgeous day and she ate on the patio, watched the sleepy city come alive and heard the sounds of the day already underway all around the area. She glanced through some fashion magazines she brought with her and lingered a while soaking up some of the warm sunshine, to recharge her to face the busy day. This was her regular custom. Gentle breezes stirred and she could sit and relax for a while for she still had lots of time yet before she must depart for her day. She continued watching the birds going about their business, taking full advantage of the abundant flower paradise.
    She planned to leave at eleven o’clock to