So here I am on my front porch enjoying the full moon and a glass of wine. Ashley's in bed and I couldn't sleep. So then my cat, Leo, walks up. He begs to be let in the front door. So I let him in. 30 seconds later, I hear him utter a plaintive wail from somewhere inside: Merwoooow!
Another 30 seconds and he comes around the corner onto the front porch again, looks at me all pissy like, and then stalks off into the night.
Tough crowd.
I do have things to say but I already wrote them all. Posting them chronologically over at the Travel Blog.
Well, it's July 4 and we're in Reims, France. We were very close to marking the occasion by checking out a show here in town where they set pantomime performances to music by Debussy. And go to hell if you think I'm making that up. But unfortunately we got back too late from the Champagne vineyards around Epernay.
I guess this all means I'm not going to make it into John Wayne's corner of heaven. The good news is, we are driving a Ford. But . . . it doesn't look like a Ford.
At the eerily insistent request of Brandon, here are a few odd foods I've tried. We can discuss what each one was like in comments ... ask away!
For now, your job is to spot the one that was bought in Paris rather than London. This is an elementary exercise.

