Of Bears and Penguins

It is snowing -- that is most assuredly not the answer.

I would give my eye teeth for a fried green tomato.

I'm a completely hopeless romantic in case you didn't know. Mmm, how I love the drawing rooms of Moscow and St. Petersburg, circa mid 19th century. Which is exactly where I've spent most of today. I'm completely head over heals for Leo Tolstoy.

And so back again, to swishing silk skirts, and aristocratic notions. I've left my friends, the Rostov's, in the midst of a name day party, and it would be rude to stay away so long.

Au revoir