...said French Husband. He had just returned from a trip to New York and was taken to a new happening restaurant. He thought that the food was great but also thought it completely mad that anyone would eat fondue in Summer.
Fondue is for winter. Fondue is for skiing. Fondue makes you have mad cheese dreams.
23 June 2008
7 June 2008
I am constantly trying to catch up and write about everything I see and do and therefore never write anything. So here is May.
Cinema with Elizabeth's class - Czech film from the 1960s - Katia and the Crocodile. Badly dubbed but the general story was about a baby crocodile, a rabbit and lots of small children.
Normandy for five days. Wonderful house with big walled garden. Children ran and ran. Saw 140 London taxis full of UK WWII veterans at the museum at Arromanches. Truly. The London cabbies had been sponsored by Orange. The veterans were in all uniform with medals. Very moving. Jack and FH spoke to some in the DDay museum and we spoke to others in a cafe. One said "No, I wasn't very brave. I didn't come in here. I was just a paratrooper."
Burgundy Wine Tasting - sat at the end of the high table with 14 others. Lost interest when the wine was described as tasting like petrol. Did like the word tuilie (the colour of red roof tiles).
Wine tasting at our apartment - Chateau Jeanbrun from Bergerac. Everyone who came ordered wine.
Mona Lisa and Louis XIV apartments at the Louve with two six year olds (and very nice coffee in hidden cafe on the 1st floor). Mona was quite quick to see - see - we had her to ourselves.
Up the Arc de Triomphe (you can take the lift although they don't advertise it)
Louise Bourgeois exhibition at the Pompidou (one scary mama with a lot of father issues)
Babylone exhibition at the Louvre (absolutely phenomenal - the beauty and simplicity of their work)
Day at the French open. Given amazing seats by very kind friend. Saw Federer, Nadal, Venus Williams, Mauresmo. Thrilled to see the Williams Mama with big hair.
I have just had my third bad haircut from the hairdresser in our street. Each time I swear that I will never return but proximity wins. It was so short and DARK after it hd been cut that I had to mouth the words "Coleur! Maintenant! S'il vous plait.!" (Colour - Now! Please!). It is so short that two close friends say that they are not sure it is me.
I tried to wash and wash it and hoped that it would grow back overnight. It didn't.
This is my 6th bad French haircut in a row.