Chunky here. Everyone is still asleep, and they are missing a fine day. The lake is blue and calm, a bit of a haze covers the valley and the mountains. Sure, the highway noise is always present.....but there are brief seconds when no cars pass....brief and second being the optimums.
i always keep a written journal, where I express my deepest thoughts and fears, but have not done that this year. Doing a blog seems to have replaced that. Yet the blog can't cover everything.
Like the woman at the winery down Julia's street who always treats me so nicely and encourages me to speak French, then looks at me and tells me she has no clue what I say! But that's ok, because then she will explain to me what I said wrong and teach me the right way. And, she sells me wine.
The taxi drivers in Paris who were considerate, safe, careful and polite.
The taxi driver in Vevey. Nice man, weird ride.
The heavily armed guards in Paris train stations.
The difference from bakery to bakery in the quality of croissants and pain du chocolates. (Think croissant filled with creamy chocolate!)
The incredible taste of the food. Butter and real milk do make a difference.
Today is clean up day. Maybe a trip to an antique market. A birthday party for my adopted grandchildren. Maybe a walk in the vineyards.
Tomorrow we head off to Milan for a peek at The Last Supper. It scares me a little because I don't know how to navigate that city, and when you are travelling with someone who can't walk a lot that becomes an issue. We'll be travelling light....so that will help.
All this musing has made me hungry.....time for the croissants to magically appear.
A bientot!!
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