Have just landed in France and driven 72 years to Dijon. Okay 3 hours to Dijon and another 3 to get to the hotel which you cannot get to because every street is one-way opposite the way you need to go and the other streets are closed for construction… So […]
Have just landed in France and driven 72 years to Dijon. Okay 3 hours to Dijon and another 3 to get to the hotel which you cannot get to because every street is one-way opposite the way you need to go and the other streets are closed for construction… So finally I am lying on the bed eating gluten-free flax-snax which are against the law in France as they contain no butter, garlic, snails or animal organs, but that may have changed under the new Socialist president…
Weekend before last we planted 17 new rose bushes at Bee Cottage, and last Saturday I was in Atlanta to see my sister dance… In other words I’ve been all over the place, like this post…
Speaking of rejoicing, sister Duvall and her professional partner Josh won our hearts and won the “Dancing Stars of Atlanta” trophy Saturday night for having raised the most money of contestants in this event benefitting the Alzheimer’s Association. Friends and family rallied to put her well over the $100,000 mark. Hooo-weee! All together, the evening raised more than $500,000. Double hooo-weee. In case you missed, here is a video of Duvall and Josh doing their Argentinian Tango. (The password is “Duvall”) and here is my Tango Temptress post from earlier.
She was hot I don’t mind telling you, and of course she takes after me that way. (If you could see me right I would not need to tell you I AM KIDDING but not about her) The judges made their comments afterward and one remarked on how lovely her feet were, with such beautiful arches. Another one, the cute young local newscaster whose name escapes, said, “I never got to the feet.” Everybody fell out over that.
Like Argentina, Burgundy also has good wine.
See how this is all coming together?
Here’s what I know about wine: I like it. It is possible I will know more at the end of our five-day visit here, because I have a good foundation.
His Grace keeps saying “magnifico!” and thinks he is speaking French. But I am the one eating flax-snax, so what can I say?
I will be back more coherently once the jetlag subsides.
Remind me to tell you my favorite rose joke. Seriously.