I shall title my first book "I Missed Moorea". I did. Miss it. And Jeff tells me now, "It is the MOST beautiful island!" And so it is.
But first a postscript on yesterday in Papeete...before dinner we took a short walk around the part of town closest to the ship and found a Parfumeur called PAT AND VAL. The backstory here is that many years ago while in the Carribean I purchased a cologne I fell in love with called Escada...it was new then and more than a few years ago I ran out of my second bottle and haven't been able to find it except occasionally on line at awful prices for something unseen. I've had Jeff looking for a couple of years for me with no luck. He walked me into this darling little shop on Rue Jeanne d'Arc and lo and behold, the beautiful young shop woman actually had some in the original red box. She showed me the sample bottle, and sprayed some on my hand to sniff. What the heck?
I couldn't smell a thing because of my cold!!!! How can you buy cologne or perfume when you can't smell it? I asked Jeff to smell it and tell me what it smelled like...he said it smelled good and a little like licorice. I bought it! The secret scent in it is fennel! I knew I had the right one at long last!
OK Im a happy girl, cause today I can smell my Escada!!! And I should have bought all four bottles!
Back to Moorea. Although I didn't get up until nearly noon, I felt better when I did! Yay. The island as seen from my room had many tall peaks and valleys all lush and green. We are anchored in a cove...the same cove Capt. Cook found. There are lovely reefs all around the island, but only one break in the reef, which is how both Cook and Sea Princess got in. It's really stunning and I'll have Jeff post some pictures on Facebook. (You can friend him at J Michael Beech; he won't mind.)
We've had some very good movies showing on deck under the stars...ARGO is tonight. And Spider-Man was on the other night. Tomorrow is a Judi Dench flick I plan to coerce Jeff to see with me...The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. I've seen it already but don't mind seeing it again.
Quote for today: The American arrives in Paris with a few French phrases he has culled from a conversational guide or picked up from a friend who owns a beret. He speaks the sort of French that is really understood by another American who has also just arrived in Paris. ...Fred Allen. ( I expect the same could be said for Americans in French Polynesia!)
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