Saturday, May 06, 2006

Irony of Ageing

Glamorous girls, garrulous grannies, what separates them, really, but the time, the years, the yarn and the tears?

Parisian ladies cultivate the unholy art of getting younger every season, ducking and weaving, tucking and thieving, peeling off layers of preconceptions, shedding years like the Queen on the coins of her wrinkly realm, until even she, fading, finally, had to accept, that even the most scheming, slyly adept couldn't cheat mother nature forever and ever, but for ever we'll try.

Ahhh... Men!


© 2006 Sab Will / Paris Set Me Free
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2 comments:

laurie said...

I love this post (and especially the pic) but I have to throw in my 2 cents and say Paris is a city where older women are appeciated by men. It's a cliche but it's true--I get hit on more now than I did 20 years ago! (not that I'm OLD, mind you...!)

Paris Set Me Free said...

OK Laurie, I accept your comment and have to admit that my natural cynicism probably got the better of me when I posted this!

I have my own theories about French men, and I'm not saying for one minute that British men are fundamentally 'better' but we all have our quirks, and stereotypes do come from somewhere in the beginning! My posting was more about the ageing process than about the French or any other nationality for that matter.

I'm glad you liked it - thanks for the comment :-)

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