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Source D’Inspiration

Source D’Inspiration

Bonjour, mon amis! It has been long time since I talk to you, but still I must make this short.

Inspiration strikes me at odd times and with no measurable pattern in frequency. I can go years with almost nothing going through head, sitting staring at walls, no registry of world around me. Like snake after big meal – stare into my eyes and see nothing.

At other times, I am struck with divinely inspired madness – a Dionysian frenzy causing me to CHIMP and accomplish whatever goal or pursue whatever idea has caught my attention so. This has led to my great and impressive wealth – but it has also cursed me with an inability to pursue normal relationships and has landed me in hot water with both sides of law many times.

The last few months I have been inspired once again to travel – this time to lands of the Eurasian steppe, where I can hear the call of many horses; their hooves pounding against the parched earth. I know not where they ride, but I must join them.

Before that, the inspiration came for something somewhat more mundane – remodeling my kitchen. I decided that I would once again be calling friends from Inspired Remodels, as I always do for the sake of irony.

Then again, they have been hard at work during the last few years, gaining even more incredible testimonials than the last time I checked. Here’s a few:

“After spending time looking for a contractor to renovate our master bathroom, laundry and power bath, we settled on Inspired Remodels and I’m so glad we did! From start to finish every single person that worked in our home was professional, considerate and communicated with us throughout the process. I am rather “particular” about things being just right and they went above and beyond to ensure our satisfaction. Joe and Collin were very patient with me during the selection process and Jason was responsive and made me feel at ease with any questions I had along the way. The tradesmen were all outstanding but I need to give a special shoutout to Haime and Rudy, Mark and Ulysses, for their attention to detail and the long hours they put into making our home beautiful.  Thank you, thank you! I highly recommend using IR if you have high expectations – they will be met!” – Lisa G., Yelp Review

Read Mindy A.‘s review of Inspired Remodels on Yelp

“Here’s my story. We hired IR to remodel our master bathroom and handle a few other small things around the house, mostly electrical and paint. I’m an HVAC contractor and perfectly capable of hiring and handling my own sub-contractors for this project but after doing that for the downstairs remodel, I decided I’d rather have a general do all of this for upstairs. That’s when I found IR on Yelp. I found many companies highly rated but it proved to be difficult just to get someone on the phone let alone schedule an estimate. Anyways, IR was a clear choice for me to hire and I’m glad I did.

Now not everything went perfect but you can’t expect a project like this to be that way. I wish some things had gone a bit smoother but I’ll focus on the positives here as they far outweigh any negatives. Jason, the foreman was incredible with keeping me up to date and still to this day is just a text, email or phone call away if anything comes up. Great service during and after the project. It’s after the project you tend to get burned but not with these guys. I trust them 100% and will hire again. I’ve already used one of their subs for a project with my company.” (Chris P., Yelp Review)

Over the years, they have performed a great number of highly impressive feats, catering to my admittedly capricious and oftentimes ridiculous requests and desires. Regardless, I have never heard one negative thing about them from another of their customers, so their work on normal jobs must be top notch.

If you are like me and have been inspired to get your home remodeled, do yourself a favor and call my friends at Inspired Remodels. Now, I must prepare myself for the trials ahead.

Inspired Remodels, Inc.

(949) 716-1938

21098 Bake Pkwy Ste 100 Lake Forest, CA 92630

Protecting The Best Of US

Protecting The Best Of US

When I was small boy growing up in southern France, I did not get along with many of the other children. Even from young age, I knew myself to be better than them, above their petty cruelties and concerns.

I got in many fights with the other boys (and occasionally the girls!), their meaty peasant fists were all too familiar, as was the taste of blood in my mouth. The companions I kept were limited to the small cadre of boys who came from similar backgrounds in both familial origin and psychological orientation; them, and the stray dogs that wandered the alleys of the seaside town.

I remember being approached by pooch after one particularly vicious beating from large boy who had been offended by my calling him and his mother beasts of burden. The doggy licked my injured face, and I held him, tail wagging, while anguished tears ran down my face, cursing my small stature and physical weakness and vowing revenge.

This doggy, whom I never named, became my constant companion for next two years. He drove off many an older bully, lazed about in the courtyard as I read during hot summer months, ran with me as I caroused through streets of town.

The dogs of the town were all my friends, but he and I shared a special bond. One day, however, upon leaving my villa, I notice he had not come to greet me as he would any other day.

Knowing something was amiss, I search the town for hours, checking all of his favorite spots to sleep and pick through garbage. At last I came upon him, head in upturned trash can, unmoving but breathing.

I pulled him out, tears once again streaming down my face as I held him close. His tail wagged weakly, he still licked my face, but I knew from his coughing and wheezing that he did not have long. I sat with him until he passed, not much longer after that.

The other stray dogs in town came and went, pausing to sniff and lick his body as if paying their respects. I sat there with him, until the shopkeeper next door noticed me and called for my caretaker to come take me away. We buried him in the courtyard.

My caretaker had some experience caring for horses, and once I had told him what happened, he explained to me that the dog’s heart was old and weak, and had finally given out. He told me that he had noticed the dog coughing strangely before, but had not given much thought to it besides that.

It took me many years before I could once again befriend a dog to that level again. I vowed to never be as careless of a friend’s health as to ignore the obvious signs of trouble, like my caretaker had.

To these ends, if you are concerned for your animal friend’s heart health, do whatever you can to ensure they get the proper care and screenings they need. Local companies such as Cardiac Vet provide animal diagnostics and screenings, so be sure to get in contact with her or your vet to give pet long and healthy life.

I still get tears in eyes from telling this story. I must now drink wine.

Cardiac Vet

+13109134122

The Curse

The Curse

It is 4:30 in the morning, with first lightening of sky off in the east, behind mountains. I sit here, sipping fourth coffee since midnight, cigarette in hand, listening to Rachmaninoff Prelude in C Sharp Minor, staring at wall, oftentimes slipping into mindless stupor.

I am cursed. Many times along my many travels, I believe I have run into powerful and vindictive WITCH, many of whom I have angered after tumultuous TRYST.

I take drag on cigarette, but as I breathe in I can once again hear it – the scurrying, the scratching of tiny legs walking within walls, of tiny mandibles chewing up structure of house. Chewing until it all comes crashing down on my head, my body only being discovered days later in rubble having choked to death on shoddy American fiberglass insulation.

I am being hounded by witch’s curse, is only explanation. Curse of pestilence, of beasts following me and burrowing into house and enterprise. Yes, once again my property has become infested, but this time it is no office space – it is my home. I have not slept in many days.

I think back now, on the many women, their faces invade thoughts unbidden, the snakelike and reptilian among them revealing themselves now to be nefarious and capable of black magic. The walls…I have blown holes in many of them with firearms, but through them I can see the pests, and they laugh at me.

My assistants have tried to come many times to break me from my stupor, to tell me termite inspectors are on the way…but I know they are in on it. They cannot fool me with their promises of a quick tenting…though the thought of eliminating more of these beasts pleases me greatly.

The name they mentioned…Grand Oaks Termite Control…in my more lucid moments I looked them up. They come highly recommended, as their Yelp reviews can attest;

I highly recommended Grand Oaks Termite Control.  I had an unusual situation where there were many areas of my wood paneling and roof that were affected by termites and wood rot. I have a decorative tree growing through the front part of my home which makes it very difficult to treat without damaging the tree. When Jason came for the preliminary inspection, he knew exactly how to effectively treat my home without harming my favorite tree. His estimate was very reasonable and his communication was top notch. He kept me appraised of all the curve balls and never stuck me with any unexpected cost. I was very impressed with the workmanship of his teammate Gary who took care of all the woodwork, a true craftsman.

I can wholeheartedly recommend Grand Oaks without any hesitation.

John B., Yelp Review

I was impressed with Grand Oaks Termite Control throughout the entire process of working with them.  I requested a quote and asked a question through yelp and they immediately answered.  I was able to schedule a free inspection shortly after.  When Justin and Gary came to inspect my house, they were kind and courteous.  I was ready to provide them shoe coverings and lay out an old sheet  over my newly cleaned carpet, but they already had all that covered.  They gave an honest and thorough inspection and answered any questions we had.  They ended up treating our home for subterranean termites, and also did some localized treatments and wood repair.  They extremely take pride in their work and did not rush at any moment of the process.  What you get with this company is quality of work and great customer service.  I would 100% use this company again in the future and recommend to anyone who needs termite work done.

Janine D., Yelp Review

If they can destroy this most recent manifestation of the curse, I may be temporarily reprieved. Though, I know, the pestilence will return…to truly be rid of this curse, I must find the one who set it upon me…I must prepare.

If you are looking for termite treatment for your home, give Grand Oaks Termite Control a call. They may be able to help you break free of your own curse of pestilence:

Grand Oaks Termite Control

+16265384156

110 S Worthy Dr, Glendora, CA 91741

Marriage Advice

Marriage Advice

Recently, a friend asked me when it is right time to get married in relationship. I ask him if he wanted to hear true answer, or cute answer. “Truth, please,” he said to me in infuriating American accent.

True answer was: do not get married. Love exist regardless of state involvement, and all state does is add extra pressure to squash love that might make it through challenging times. I’ve seen it many times: state incentivise divorce for some parties rather than punish couples who are too weak to follow through on commitments.

For many in America, they are too foolish to see the wisdom in such advice. They marry on whim and get divorced just as capriciously. For those of you who find yourselves on same path as fool, two things: 

1. Take deep look at self and wonder, ‘why,’ and 

2. Look into mediation rather than divorce court, it will twist soul and gonads somewhat less than regular court route. If you live in the southern California area, look into McNamee Mediations, who I have heard mentioned many times by business associates and employees.

Quick look through testimonials provides proof of quality:

As a financial planner, I see my clients go through a number of changes in their lives and sometimes it includes a separation/divorce. Mediation is the far better option when dissolving a marriage as it puts a lot less strain not only on the finances but also the emotions of everyone involved. This is where Colleen McNamee stands out. As an attorney-mediator, she is extremely knowledgeable in her field, has two decades of experience, but also truly cares about her clients. Something that cannot be taught in law school is the gift of empathy and caring for others, which translates into achieving fair and equitable results for couples. Thanks to her very strong skill set and the services she’s able to offer, she remains a neutral counsel to both parties throughout the process, and the Agreements she drafts are far superior to any other divorce mediator I have seen! My clients have come out feeling like they were treated fairly, received their equitable shares, and can now move forward with their lives onto their next chapters.

Katerina Hencova – Google Review
Read Andrea P.‘s review of McNamee Mediations on Yelp

I have known Colleen McNamee for over two years and I love how she handles people who are having marriage problems. She is always interested in what is best for everyone involved, especially for any children. Sometimes, it’s a “marriage contract” that she draws up to help people stay together amicably instead of getting a divorce. If divorce is the only option, then unlike a contentious court divorce with attorneys pitting spouses against each other in public and draining the couple’s bank accounts, Colleen can get couples working together for the best solution, at far lower cost, and it’s a private matter. I highly recommend her services, and so do people who have gotten divorces through her because they often talk about how she made it so much less stressful than a courtroom divorce.

Gregg Hill – Google Review

If marriage is too hard for your piggish American brain, look into McNamee Mediations. They’ll do their best to leave soul unsundered.

McNamee Mediations

+19492233836

4590 MacArthur Blvd Suite 500, Newport Beach, CA 92660

Refreshed

Refreshed

Bonjoir, mon amis. You may have noticed that I have not been writing as much as is usual for one such as me. The reason, I’m afraid, is that I have succumb to typical frenchman’s disease – severe depression and ennui.

What is the cause of this lack of energy? Well…this year is the reason. For one who desires to move constantly, who cannot be tied down to one location, this year has been especially hard. I have gotten into many physical altercations with gorilla goons posing as border enforcement, some of which have ended in brief incarceration.

So what do I do instead of moving around globe, visiting sites of ancient power and feeding off their energies? I mope. I mope and trounce around my southern California estate, calling associates and employees and berating them for one thing or another. Even my abuse has become listless, as my employees frequently ask, “is that it, sir? Is everything OK?” at the end of my usual tirades.

So great is their concern for me that they have come skulking up to my estate, leaving offerings of food, sweets, alcohol, anything they can think of to raise my spirits. Peasants that they are, they do not understand what a naturally aristocratic mind needs to become once again engaged with the world around him – NOVELTY.

I NEED to see, taste, and experience novelty like a lesser man needs air, shelter, and water. I must climb new mountains to see sun in different light. No paltry gift left on stoop will ever bring LIFE into me, not in the way visiting ruins in middle of jungle after days trekking.

Recently, I decide to visit one of my many enterprises here in United States to see if there was some business-related problem that could distract me from my doldrum existence wandering room to room in house. What I saw there revolted me in way I could not describe.

Many months had passed since last person entered office, turning out lights in apt metaphor for the world in this forsaken year. Thick layers of dust coated every surface, but the mess was not the issue.

The furniture, it disgusted me. Entering premises after months of disuse allowed me to see the décor of office in new and unpleasant way. The furnishings of office were as tired and energy deprived as I was, and I could not believe I had subjected even brutish American employees to such sapping accoutrements.

I began throwing desks, chairs, cubicle walls into parking lot. Soon, I had pile that took up most of lot, the rest quickly filling with distressed employees, begging me not to do anything rash. One of them called fire department, expecting me to set the whole of it alight.

Calling them the fools that they were, I simply donated the lot of it. A man with ties to ancient past knows not to pollute nature with the toxic fumes that modern furniture would no doubt spew upon burning. Plus, I know value of pre-used furniture.

To replace offending fixtures, I called old friends at Creative Office Designs up in Los Angeles. Despite the hour-long drive, I trust no one else in this country to provide me with office furniture. I will be touring their show rooms in the near future, and I have assured them that my eye is very discerning.

If you, like me, need new office furniture, be sure to give them call. They deserve the business, and your loyalty.

+17143287627

5230 Pacific Concourse Dr #105, Los Angeles, CA 90045

Return Of The Six-Legged Menace

Return Of The Six-Legged Menace

Bonjour mon amis and welcome back to my great exhortation to Dionysus, god of wine, fertility, and madness. I am not supposed to tell you this, but I have just returned from trip to Greece and Ionia, where followers of Dionysian Mysteries still reside, and spirit of old Greek gods may still be accessed if you know where to look…

But my head, it is still fogged by the revelries and wine, so I speak too much and too plainly. The mysteries may only be revealed to those who partake in the ritualistic madness that the god is associated with, so maybe it is not so good an idea to spread these talks.

Upon returning, it was revealed that, once again my commercial enterprises have been beset by a plague of the infuriating six legged BEASTS that seem to crawl under every inch of this besotted land! It is as if they await my departure before nesting in my property, as the devils know that my sharp eyes would catch them even in dead of night.

The madness of the festivities could never match the red hot FURY that overcame me at learning of this most recent affront. I smashed my desk with my bare hands as the assistants fled for safety. They know that my passion cannot be contained, and so they retreat to the designated safe room and listen to my animalistic howling and the sounds my great and powerful CHIMPING OUT.

Once calmed and coaxed out of freshly destroyed office with fine Turkish coffee and promises of eternal fealty, I began process of rebuilding. I have separate storage space for replacement furnishings for those destroyed during moments of Dionysian-inspired passion, but the termite problem would require outside help.

For this I once again turned to my great friends at Grand Oaks Termite Control, who I have called many times since my move to western coast. There was a time where they did not return my phone calls after seeing one such fit of godly rage, but my fine subordinates were able to sooth their scarred employees as well. There is reason I continue to bear my employees’ normally insufferable American natures – I only hire the best of their kind.

After a brief inspection, they assured me that the infestation was light and could be easily taken care of without need to change my normal operations. This news overjoyed me – the recent trip had devastated not just my body and soul, but my finances as well.

Within the week, my friends had cleared out the menace and the energy of the office immediately became once again uplifting, the clouds over my head evaporated, letting the sun shine on me and produce vitality and strengthen muscles. My employees visibly relaxed, and the alert status posted at front door was turned down once again to normal level of merely ‘elevated’ rather than ‘imminent’.

If you are like me and are in desperate need of termite infestation control in Pasadena and surrounding areas, give my friends at Grand Oaks a call. Do not mention my name.

Grand Oaks Termite Control

(626) 538-4156

110 S Worthy Dr Glendora, CA 91741

A Taste Of Home

A Taste Of Home

Bonjour, mon amis! It feels like much time since the last I wrote to you…forgive me, I have been on expedition to misty mountains in center of Borneo. Legends say there are creatures there that should have been dead eons ago…of men, covered from top to bottom in thick, shaggy fur…

Ah, but I get away from what I want talk about today. After my trip I spend time back in beautiful France to recover from many jungle diseases contracted in Malay! Beautiful beaches in paradise-like Pacific islands may entice many, but for me, nothing stirs spirit quite like the quiet countryside of mother France.

After many weeks spent listening to quiet chirping of crickets and daily arguments over price of goose liver, I force myself to trudge back to sick land of America. Business interests can’t run themselves here in low IQ land of the besotted sloped forehead, so Pierre’s absence can never be felt for long!

Once here, the usual oppressive atmosphere began to make my health and vitality once again slip away, as if land itself was eating away at my soul! In France, when the mania got to me once again and night became sleepless, a walk through the gardens of the chateau would never fail to calm me. I once again embark on quest to bring a piece of France to this land of barbarians, if only to know some peace in my spirit.

The first step was recreating gardens – without them, I would never be able to sleep again! To do this, I needed first-rate talent to rend the depressing grounds of my estate asunder and replace them with beauty and capricious, frenetic style to mimic my own mind. In same way dolts suffering from ADHD would down entire bottles of medical-grade speed to calm themselves, so too would a beautifully chaotic and luxuriant garden calm my chaotic and luxuriant mind.

This is not Pierre’s first rodeo in southern California, though! No monsieur, I knew the only half competent landscapers in San Diego because I had worked with them in past – Torrey Pines Landscaping Company.

TP Landscaping is perhaps the best landscaping company available in the southern California area. Capable of turning even the most decrepit and unkempt yards and into tasteful, gorgeous and practical landscapes, they’re one of the few companies I would trust to tear into my land for any reason.

With proper garden for me to wander through during times of intense energy rushing through my veins, my body can finally be rested enough for my next expedition…in Congo, there is said to be a cryptid, a monster that flies just above the jungle canopy. Its cries ring out through the night, followed by sounds of leathery wings and the screams of its captured prey…I will capture this creature, study its ways, and incorporate them into my own way of being.

If you are like me, Pierre, and need a top-tier company for maintaining and expanding your landscaping, then Torrey Pines Landscaping company is for you. Don’t settle for second best.

Torrey Pines Landscaping Company

(858) 454-1433

5560 Eastgate Mall, San Diego, CA 92121

Remodels that Inspire

Remodels that Inspire

Recently I have been traveling quite frequently, not out of any great need or obligation but because I feel stifled, trapped in rut both at home in France and in my temporary rest stop bathroom abode, America. While abroad, I brood, walking the streets during the day, muttering to self and yelling at people who pass by on street until police are called and bribe is needed to release me from jail.

This brooding and street harassment is how I think, reflect on what is causing feelings of immobility. The movement, the change, the strangers I yell at…it soothes me because is different from normal routine. The change, the newness of the experiences I have while on the road revitalize me and feed romantic spirit that resides in me and the heart that pumps steaming hot blood through powerful arteries. I soon begin once again getting into fist fights with restaurant serving staff, a sure sign that am back to my eternally youthful vigor and splendor.

Yet the gloom and doom returns once I am back “stateside”, as the Yankees say. The perfidy of this country and the dumb, cow-like people that inhabit it have a way of slowly sucking vitality out of world around you until you see nothing but shades of grey and commercials for McDonald’s.

I need change in my environment if I am to stay sane in this unimaginably tedious country, and with landscaping recently completed, I think inside of house to be logical next step in evolution of living space to keep up with my capricious tastes. For this change, I demand only the best, and the best was what I got with Inspired Remodels.

The company came recommended to me from long standing friend and client who recently had his bathroom remodeled and knows that I would come after him one day or another, possibly violently, if he did not approach me with name first. Inspired Remodel Contractors specializes in remodeling kitchens, bathrooms, and redoing flooring, but they also offer full-house remodeling that gives entire home new look from ground up, exactly what I needed.

This time, brain drain from humdrum existence in America forced me to only provide briefest sketch of my plans for new house, though it was still enough to shock Jason and Joe (owners) with its detail and audacity. They listened as I rant for hours on end, then talk me down from perch on top of book case throwing torn papers around the room and eventually we came on agreement for what house will look like in future.

The welcome sounds of carpentry, turpentine, and other signs of change and industry have brought new light into life here. I can once again concentrate on building nuevo French empire, eating away at America from the inside, and fight every waiter that I want without dragging feet on way home, dreading opening door to see more of the same.

If you are interested in the spotlighted company, please look them up at:

Inspired Remodels

(949) 412-9567

23332 Madero Suite B, Mission Viejo, CA 92691

A Breath of Fresh Air

I take many walks deep in Mother Night’s embrace; sleep often evading me like a coy maiden rebuffing advances of strapping young knight. Even in this unrefined country of pharmaceutical-addled cows, the night still hold mystery, hold danger as I walk the hill trails overlooking distant streets.

Wind hisses through grasses and bone dry stalks of shrubs clamor together like ghastly wind chime as I stalk from nature to neighborhood, glowering at the seventh house in row that I cannot differentiate from another. Everything here is made as if on assembly line, all semblance of individuality, personality, and soul stamped into foundation to make room for more industrial profit producing sameness.

With each step, anger and revulsion grow within me. How can these…people…stand to live in such a way? Their cities designed to best shuttle them from ugly cheap home to work to grocery store back to home to shovel disgusting, toxic and – worst of all! – bland food into their mouth, with occasional stop at depressing bar along way to spend hard earned money on swill that will allow them to forget their crushing existential ennui for one more week.

This country, this way of life, depresses me deeply, as much as it must depress those who live it, as much as they may want to ignore it. How can you feel pride, feel like you are anything but insect in hive or cog in giant, soul-grinding machine, if you can not go more than 10 feet in own neighborhood without getting confused about which house is your own?

Every year, the machine encroach farther into the wild beauty that nature provides. The passageway to escape the hive narrows with each passing day; development after development springing up, each looking no different than the one that came before. Soon I will have no hills to walk on, to peer down with disdain upon the city, replaced instead with cheaply made 3-bedroom 2.5 bath house with no yard that costs more than 10 acres of my family estate.

The architects of this land have sold their soul. Not to some daemon, who promises them glory and their names etched eternal on minds of coming generations, but for something far worse: corporate quarterly bottom line. I knew once I began living here that I would rather live on street next to smelly vagrant mumbling to himself than subject myself to living in a far more devastating spiritual squalor.

For this, I must turn to architects that still have the old spirit, souls that rise above the rabble and yearn to experience pride in their work. In my travels, one firm stuck out that was filled with such souls: Sailhouse Constuction, the best custom home designer in Newport Beach.

I learned of them from walking along Balboa, planning next conquest in this land of boors, when I was stopped in tracks by beautifully designed home. In its design, I could sense ancient spirit of architectural pride. I knew I must find who designed the building, and immediately begin work on my new permanent dwelling in this forsaken country.

From the house they design and built on the seaside hills of coastal Orange County, the tinder-dry winds became like a breath of fresh air. A place of power, of soul, and spiritual rejuvenation. There are no cities for me to look down on here, only ocean, and dreams of a faraway home.

If you’re interested in a home that you can be sure has the stamp of your individual spirit, contact:

Sailhouse Construction

949.281.6044

170 Newport Center Drive, Suite 220 Newport Beach, CA 92660

A Taste of Home

It is with great pleasure I now sit in my yard, eating the breakfast made by the only native French baker in San Diego, listening to waves crash upon the beach. The croissant, it is buttery, flaky, and fulfilling, nothing like the cornstarch-laden pig slop the locals so seem to enjoy. The new fountain, decorated in Mediterranean Islamic style geometric tiles, burbles happily next to me. I sigh in deep content.

It makes my mind travel to boyhood, when times were simple.

Paris was my home, but the noise, it was too much! I would often languish in stupor, head lolling as the cars would honk and the people would shout. A joyous city, every corner steeped in la joie de vie! My parents knew even at young age my poetic soul would absorb too much of such energy and burst! So they would take me to family estate, nestled in hills south of Toulon, where the rich Mediterranean sea could heal my troubled head.

It was here that my memories shine clearest now, running through the ancient building, ornate arches separating rooms filled with crystalline figures and Baroque art. Diving from 10 meter high cliffs into an emerald sea, competing with other boys to see who could climb them fastest and jump from highest ledge. Sunset bringing cool breeze with smell of sea, filling my young body with vitality and power!  I fell asleep to the sweet sound of my mother singing, my father accompanying her on old guitar and burbling fountain…

As I grow old now, I desire some comforts of home in far away lands I must now stay in for long periods of time. I have the crystal; I have the Baroque paintings lining my walls. Yet still, for so long there was something missing, a hole that could not be filled by art and croissants.

A dream of boyhood chateau sanctuary finally provided answer – it was the fetid squalor I was living in! The cheap drywall filled me with sudden disgust, and the crude deck – the work of angry drunken man with sloped forehead, no doubt! I took a sledgehammer to it immediately, its very existence insulted me. I remembered then reading a local digest about a company providing pleasing landscape designs in Rancho Santa Fe, and the next step became clear in my mind.

I called Torrey Pines Landscaping, apoplectic and frequently blacking out in my rage, and after they soothed me with calming words, they agreed to come and view my sorry property. I spent days feverishly drawing out plans, sketches pouring out of memories of my childhood refuge. When they arrived, they were first taken aback by the mountain of papers I gave them. After a few hours of explanation, they knew what had to be done.

Within months, it was done. For Americans, they had done remarkable job recreating the Mediterranean feel, though nothing will ever truly compare to the Riviera. For the first time in many years in this sorry country, I felt complete and at home. I finish the last of my glycine coffee now, wiping the crumbs of the croissant off and lighting my last morning cigarette. I stand, the sandstone tiles rough on my bare feet, and smile at new, but old, landscape design in my San Diego home. Much work to be done, but this can be my new, reinvigorating sanctuary.

Torrey Pines Landscape Company

858.256.6491

5560 Eastgate Mall, San Diego, CA 92121