Au Revoir, Leah!

2012:   Leah at 20.

My friend and next-door neighbor Leah leaves for New York tonight on her way to Paris.  Last night, she, her mother, her sister, and I went out to dinner and then to see "The Wild Bride" at Berkeley Rep.

Leah's a French/Drama major at Tufts, and going abroad for part of her junior year has been a long-held dream.  She's saved and planned, and now she's going. 

On Monday morning we went to buy a camera so she record her time in Paris, and she chose and paid for a very nice Nikon.  She's going to post pictures on a blog, which she's thinking of calling "Partaking of Paris."  After the camera purchase,  we stopped by a lingerie shop so she could buy two pairs of what she calls "tights" and I call "black pantyhose."  (When was the last time I wore such an item?)  In April, she'll turn 21 in Paris.

Isn't it romantic?  Isn't it Audrey Hepburn? Or something Frank Sinatra sang?  Something '50's that her generation probably feels no nostalgic pull toward?

1999: Leah at 8

Here's another picture of Leah, a favorite of mine, taken at Tomales Bay: