Sigh. Many moons ago I had a summer job in a city with a large Indian population and I lived near where bridal parties used to like to go to take pictures. I loved to go just hang around the park and watch the goings-on. I loved the saris. I didn't necessarily want to wear the saris, but I loved looking at them. The Anchoress is making me nostalgic...
And, yes, yes, I know. Some of the motel owners around here have wives who wear saris. And those are nice. But those are everyday saris. Not quite the same thing.
Phineas Redux by Anthony Trollope
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I read Trollope’s second Palliser novel, Phineas Finn, about an Irish
Member of Parliament and his adventures in London, both romantic and
political, back ...
5 weeks ago

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