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Monique's display case

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Monique Diremszian
I have to learn my way around this area. If I have to get somewhere, I use GPS. If I don’t, I use a much better method. I get lost and then find my way home. Yesterday, while getting lost, I found myself way out at the edge of Lucon; yes, towns still have edges here. As I whipped around a curve, my peripheral vision cried out to me: Red Alert! Hippie Store! I pulled over, of course, and it was.
 Jacques is much too young to understand the magnitude of this discovery, so I left him to his nap and went inside.
Jacques is much too young to understand the magnitude of this discovery, so I left him to his nap and went inside.
I'm sorry this photo is so blurry but it does give you an idea of the eclectic assortment of the products inside. Seriously, no B-school graduate ever consulted on this place and I love it for that. I bought one of those teapots behind the Buddha. Mine is in the shape of a cabbage. I got nori flakes and organic grapeseed oil; all the food is organic. I thought I would have to bring nori from Paris. I bypassed the wine, the books, the jewelry, the Mariage Freres tea, but I did get a magic powder, Gui. Apparently you do a ritual -- I have to find out what that is -- and disperse the powder in front of your door. It brings you happiness, peace, prosperity -- Suzanne will like that -- and health.  The last time I was at the house I found hundreds of dead bees, just inside the door. I don't know how the previous owner managed that. I also find containers of long-dead leaves and herbs, this despite the fact that the house was emptied of its contents. These things were deliberately left, with everything around them cleared out. Whatever the weirdness is, I'm not above using a little magic to dispel it. I'm glad kind, eccentric women like Mme. Diremszian are around to provide them for me.
I’m sorry this photo is so blurry but it does give you an idea of the eclectic assortment of the products inside. Seriously, no B-school graduate ever consulted on this place and I love it for that. I bought one of those teapots behind the Buddha. Mine is in the shape of a cabbage. I got nori flakes and organic grapeseed oil; all the food is organic. I thought I would have to bring nori from Paris. I bypassed the wine, the books, the jewelry, the Mariage Freres tea, but I did get a magic powder, Gui. Apparently you do a ritual — I have to find out what that is — and disperse the powder in front of your door. It brings you happiness, peace, prosperity — Suzanne will like that — and health.
The last time I was at the house I found hundreds of dead bees, just inside the door. I don’t know how the previous owner managed that. I also find containers of long-dead leaves and herbs, this despite the fact that the house was emptied of its contents. These things were deliberately left, with everything around them cleared out. Whatever the weirdness is, I’m not above using a little magic to dispel it. I’m glad kind, eccentric women like Mme. Diremszian are around to provide them for me.

4 Replies to “Monique Diremszian”

    1. Suzanne, I think you’re right about that. I did some research on the stuff. Apparently if peace and prosperity aren’t enough for you, you can sprinkle it around your bedroom to attract love. At 7 euros 50, this stuff was a steal!

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  1. She sells the dye. Not henna, but all natural. And did you notice the scarf that matches the sweater? These French women never stop paying attention to their appearance. They set an example for us all — yes, guys, you too….

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