Oct. 26, 1992
Traveling on holiday-- "on holiday," a very British thing to say-- with Meredith and Meredith to "Sans Souci;" a place without worries where kings could go to escape the masses. No one goes there now except the masses. Standing before statues, lifting near-frozen faces and bananas to mock the grapes dripping from a granite hand. Bundled up warm against the chill. It snowed in April. We stopped to take a picture: sans souci-- Meredith, Meredith, Frederick the Second, and me.
© Jessica Minier Mabe