A new Christmas tale
caennaise reply to a sweetsaint-lois poem.
Once upon a time, on a cold December night, when it seemed that
even the breath of wind in the clouds could disturb the urban silence, the strange story of a fairy that the moonlight was keeping awake.
In her attic in the east of Caen, she was reading some poems by candlelight to dream without sleeping to pass the time. The wax oozed down and the flame of the candles swayed from the draught slipping in through the half-open window. Continue reading Caen,France : A new Christmas tale












