Our gardener, Damien, came over yesterday…carrying a big wheel of cheese and a huge loaf of bread.
“Finally…you are back,” he said.
“Yes, it’s been a long time. But it’s August again…so we’re back…”
We explained how we had followed the annual bicycle migration out of Paris on Friday night. On the last day of July, Parisians load their bicycles on racks behind their cars and head for the country. We followed the bicycles out of town. The highways were jammed…traffic was start and go for hours.
“Look, I was just down in the Auvergne,” Damien continued, “so I brought you some cheese and bread. These are specialties from the region. They’re very good…
“And now that you’re back, let’s celebrate…let’s have a drink. How about some pineau?”
“Sorry Damien,” Elizabeth interrupted. “He’d love to, I’m sure…but he has another engagement. We’re going to the Berry (about 45 minutes East…where Georges Sand lived) to attend a play. Shakespeare…in English.”
“But who’s going to understand it,” Damien wondered. “The French can’t understand Shakespeare…”
“Even native English speakers have a hard time following Shakespeare,” we added.
But there was not time for a drink…we were off to see As You Like It performed at a friends house by an itinerant English group…
And so…the summer vacation begins…
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