After a swim (cold) and a hot shower we hobbled fearfully to dinner…
I thought cooking necessarily involved some form of heat. Apparently not, in France. Even the lettuce was fleeing the scene from this stuff. I seriously considered the ways in which I could use my napkin to pretend I needed a toilet visit and then allow the salmon to swim for its freedom. Tricia later orally released the salmon into the toilet but it was not in great shape by then.
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Good to know that you are having your fill of beautiful mountains and valleys.
Sounds like you are having a wonderful time over there. Hope the economic woes are not causing you any grief. Marg
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