Oooo, "Camille's Story" -- who will step up to the plate on this one? Maybe Blondie would like to try her hand at a little fiction?

Oh look, beanbag became postergirl!!

Calamari, I think your own European love story would be quite entertaining also~

Oh, Marilyn, you called?

I might know a little about Camille, I think I met her in Sicily, she was weeping into her lemoncello and blubbering something about a artist while she clutched a statue of The Little Ballerina, which she said she had posed for as a young girl. I patted her on her shoulder and she jumped up and said, see, I still wear the little tutu that he gave me.

She spoke English very well and it was touching, I have to admit. C and I just happened to be touring Sicily that day when we came across this little mama and papa ristorante outside of Palermo.

I am not sure if it was the same Camille, but she had violet eyes, waist length jet black hair and wore a sarong over her tutu, which made her look a little pear shaped in my opinion.

She had given up gymnastics and taken up flamenco dancing with a Spaniard who fancied himself as a pirate, but, alas, he went off to sea one day and the last she saw of him, he has dancing the Paso Doble on the deck.

After he disappeared into the horizon she took up with a sauve man from Corleone, he was away alot of the time and always carried a violin case, but she never heard him play the violin.

She is still with him it seems, but he won't come out of their villa any more and has drawn all the curtains and boarded up some of the doors, when she wants to have a meal at the ristorante she has to climb out of the root celler and pretend that she is going to stomp some grapes in the vat down the winding path, near the iron gates to the main road, then she sneaks away for some lemoncello and a good cry.

An odd women to be sure.

Blondie, you're there! I hope your romance is going better than Degas' and Camille's.

Scarlett, Calamari has already hinted that her romance cannot be told on a family forum. We will have to wait for the bodice-ripper. Actually, this reminds me of a thread I was going to start...

Rip away, Calamari.

"I think he's Uncle Sam and he gave a description of himself and that other thread."

Chigale...say what?!

Uncle Sam

How sweet. The thought of Degas and Uncle Sam makes me get all warm and fuzzy!

ohblondie, that was a false Camille sighting in Italy. Perhaps an imposter at work?

Camille was crushed when Degas went away to college to study catfishing farming. A bishop told me in strict confidence that she fled to a tiny convent in the French Alps and took vows of silence and chastity.

Scarlett and Marilyn - I thought I already told my "story" somewhere on this board. I just LOVE the term "bodice ripper"!

chigale say what?
She says the name is cigale?
I said I think Uncle Sam and Degas are one, both studs of amusement....lol

I had heard that one day she was literally crushed by Degas when she refused to become an okra farmer in the ozarks. Did not stop Degas from breaking hearts all across Europe and the new world.

I haven't laughed that hard out loud reading a thread on this board in a loooong time.
Thanks. rock on Degas!

It's good to laugh, but don't spill your Bellini!

I could go for a Bellini right about now. A nice night cap?!

How come I only meet fun people like this bunch in space? My neighbors wouldn't know a Bellini from a poke in the eye!

Another classic Degas should not be missed by anyone so I am topping.

You better serve real fresh peach juice other wise it is only an echo of a true Bellini,

This about sums it up!


http://www.heartfeltgreets.com/loverslsd.html

Oh, and make sure your speakers are turned on!

cigale -
Darling, that would have to be WHITE peach juice. See you at the Cipriani someday soon I hope...or at least Harry's Bar!