Six days to Paris.
The plan is to take the train from Nice to Paris and spend three nights and four days exploring just a few places before we fly to NY and then to Fl. Winter in Paris. I am, in a word, excited.
Its Monday and the usual rhythm of our week has begone. We spent some time taking a walk with Anna today. Now laundry is being washed and dried, lunch is warming up and soon we will be hunkered down to work until midnight or later (Dennis does the later, I would be asleep sitting up if I tried)
Yesterday after the meeting we had Bernard here cooking for us and our friend Martin joined us for a traditional French Lunch complete with a cheese course.
Bernard created a feast of pork and kraut, literally every variety of pork product that could be thought of was in this huge pot, filled with cabbage and white wine. It was amazing but I spent the rest of the evening dying of thirst. Very Salty. Like, salty dog, salty sailor. We tried new cheeses from Holland and France, varieties of goat cheese that I have never seen, all topping some crusty bread we picked up in Antibes after the meeting.
It was a wonderful meal. Too soon over.
Uncle Louis arrives in a few days to take over our position here in France whilst we return home to Fl and RI, coming back to France in early January. Home for only a brief visit this time.
I have taught myself to knit (evidently crocheting was a gate-way hobby) and I am attempting to knit a scarf for Dennis before we leave for Paris on Sunday. The clock is ticking.
The plan is to take the train from Nice to Paris and spend three nights and four days exploring just a few places before we fly to NY and then to Fl. Winter in Paris. I am, in a word, excited.
Its Monday and the usual rhythm of our week has begone. We spent some time taking a walk with Anna today. Now laundry is being washed and dried, lunch is warming up and soon we will be hunkered down to work until midnight or later (Dennis does the later, I would be asleep sitting up if I tried)
It was a wonderful meal. Too soon over.
Uncle Louis arrives in a few days to take over our position here in France whilst we return home to Fl and RI, coming back to France in early January. Home for only a brief visit this time.
I have taught myself to knit (evidently crocheting was a gate-way hobby) and I am attempting to knit a scarf for Dennis before we leave for Paris on Sunday. The clock is ticking.
