Boujour
Lost a few days there. Wrote off our last Thursday in London. Started with a delightful stroll through Kensington Gardens on our way to the Palace; however we didn't get to visit as the L11 entrance fee was enough to take the Princess to lunch. Got to watch an equistrian team practice their jumps. By the time we reached Westminister Abbey at 3:4r, it had closed. Decided to save The Globe for another time.
Left Friday at 6 am for a flight to Charles DeGaulle. Even on Air France, first class has lost it flair. The plane was so old, first class had the same three seats across configuration as coach, but with the middle seat blocked off. It would have helped to have brushed up on my French before trying to pick up my tickets for the train down to Lyon. It was so crowded that all the luggage area was filled and I was fortunate to get a fold down seat to sit with my bag between the cars. It was a tenuous ride as, each time I nodded off, my suitcase would start to tip and I worried that I would hit the young woman opposite me. later I was to learn that I had a reserved seat, but was probably saver staying with my luggage. Everything ran so late I arrived 45 minutes late and found no friend waiting. She thought the railroad might have been on strike or more seriously delayed. The phones did not take coins and the credit card I purchased resulted in an error message I couldn't translate. At the Police booth, the officer did not speak English and suggested that information was on a different level. So I sat and waited and an hour later, we were all reunited.
Rather than returning to my friend's home in Grenoble, however, we were invited to a party at AlliaDental for the reps of a dental supply firm. We all had champage waiting for people arrive to a big party for the installers of the equipment. It was a gala affair with an outdoor tent, one of those bulls folks ride against a countdown clock, a huge barbeque and unlimited champagne and German beer. Defintely memorable. Everyone got a small stuffed cow to take home.
Saturday and Sunday I awoke in this pictoresque suburb of Grenoble situated between mountain ranges to the sounds of a church across the street. Everywhere there are potted flowers. It is quiet and lovely. We walk to the boulangerie for bread and visit the farmer's market for produce. After picking baskets of currants for jam, I joined Dany in her shallow circular pool to chat and lounge. We really are not doing much, but with great elegance.
Left Friday at 6 am for a flight to Charles DeGaulle. Even on Air France, first class has lost it flair. The plane was so old, first class had the same three seats across configuration as coach, but with the middle seat blocked off. It would have helped to have brushed up on my French before trying to pick up my tickets for the train down to Lyon. It was so crowded that all the luggage area was filled and I was fortunate to get a fold down seat to sit with my bag between the cars. It was a tenuous ride as, each time I nodded off, my suitcase would start to tip and I worried that I would hit the young woman opposite me. later I was to learn that I had a reserved seat, but was probably saver staying with my luggage. Everything ran so late I arrived 45 minutes late and found no friend waiting. She thought the railroad might have been on strike or more seriously delayed. The phones did not take coins and the credit card I purchased resulted in an error message I couldn't translate. At the Police booth, the officer did not speak English and suggested that information was on a different level. So I sat and waited and an hour later, we were all reunited.
Rather than returning to my friend's home in Grenoble, however, we were invited to a party at AlliaDental for the reps of a dental supply firm. We all had champage waiting for people arrive to a big party for the installers of the equipment. It was a gala affair with an outdoor tent, one of those bulls folks ride against a countdown clock, a huge barbeque and unlimited champagne and German beer. Defintely memorable. Everyone got a small stuffed cow to take home.
Saturday and Sunday I awoke in this pictoresque suburb of Grenoble situated between mountain ranges to the sounds of a church across the street. Everywhere there are potted flowers. It is quiet and lovely. We walk to the boulangerie for bread and visit the farmer's market for produce. After picking baskets of currants for jam, I joined Dany in her shallow circular pool to chat and lounge. We really are not doing much, but with great elegance.
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