I meant to tell you all about this cheese I got this morning, a little round, self contained thing that was rich and tasted intensely of the grass the cows had clearly been feeding on. It was an amazing cheese, but alas, events in France overtook us!
French legend Brigitte Bardot is dead at the age of 91!
She died near here, in the one famous town on the Cote D' Azur we may never get to because the train doesn't go there, Saint Tropez. She was a legendary actress you well know from seeing in the movies, er, um
In Case of Adversity
and
The Legend of Frenchie King
and
Viva Maria
All very fine movies, possibly. I don't know. I've never seen one. Maybe you have to be French?
But France took it hard. Hardly a French person I ran into here wasn't abuzz with this sad passing.
I mean, they might be. I wouldn't know. They don't really talk to me except to ask "What cheese would you like?"
To which I answer "That round pretty one made by cow."
Which, it turns out, was a brilliant choice!
It tasted of the very grass that the cows grew strong and healthy on!
We had it with a syrah wine. Oooh la la.
This all may sound a bit glib, but, alas, Brigitte Bardot was, well, a bit of a fascist.
I guess I can run, but I can't hide.
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