Adam and Molly Go to Paris
We hopped from one literary-landmark cafe to another, drinking Pernod and white wines until we found ourselves staring up at Notre Dame in a thunderstorm.
We hopped from one literary-landmark cafe to another, drinking Pernod and white wines until we found ourselves staring up at Notre Dame in a thunderstorm.
I’ve been thinking about favorite days in Europe now that we are almost half way through our trip. Here’s the little list I came up with:
The World’s Only Evaluation Method That Places Equal Importance On Sleeping and Eating As It Does On The Price of a Beer.
We left Bassac two weeks ago and I’m very much missing most everything about France but most of all I miss cognac and pineau des charentes, made only in our region and plentiful in all the local stores.
General de Gaulle once said: “How can anyone govern a nation that has 246 types of cheese?” His challenge was our splendor and indeed, the cheese aisle in the supermarket is truly a map of France.
With Barb gone and Molly tired of my rants on French language purism, I thought I’d share with you a brief history of the French language and some of what we’ve learned from The Story of French.
The Charente River flows from the Limousin region of France and westward through into the Atlantic Ocean. It has provided the backdrop for many important moments in the history of Western France.
In the French Intermarché grocery storechain where we do all of our grocery shopping, you can buy a flat screen t.v., new pajamas, kitchen appliances, school supplies, a sewing kit and jewelry, all in one fell swoop.
Southwest of Bordeaux, at the entrance to the Bay of Arcachon, there is a giant sand dune called Dune du Pilat. The Dune seems benevolent enough but it’s consumed houses and is in the process of suffocating trees. Dunes can be so cruel.
In every town we’ve visited here in France there is a World War I memorial. These are the names of those killed in action, who were sent to war from that particular town.