Today, at the surprisingly well-stocked Charlottetown library, we checked out a Carla Bruni CD, partly for some car-stereo groove, partly out of curiosity.
Her first song was “Ma Jeunesse,” which referred to not such a happy jeunesse, so it was with irony that I listened to it on my happy Island home.
It’s lovely to be here, to return to old favorite restaurants (Off Broadway, the inappropriately named café that serves delightful crepes, as well as Richard’s on the north shore wharf, which serves robust lobster rolls for a fraction of a café price).
My little cottage has a cathedral ceiling and shells hanging from the beams. It’s charming and beachy and simple, just what I wanted. And it will be a treat to spend my first Canada Day at home in 19 years!