...she is an elderly person, maybe of 75 to 80 years. And she speaks like she is from France of days gone by. You would love her instantly. How could you not?
The other day, she gave use these, to Daisy and I. '' Vous savez comment on les appelle? '' She asked. '' Ce sont des roses Pink Floyd ! ''
We were completely taken aback. And as it were, we had never been in the presence of Pink Floyd roses. They are now our favourites. Because they are huge, because their subtle fragrance can make you weak in the knees, and especially, because they came from our dear French lady flower shop owner.
I took this photograph as a visual reminder, before the flowers would begin to wither. It's as if they want to just jump out at you.
Close your eyes, breathe in...