Antoine, Sharon, and myself were set to return to Nantes Sunday afternoon. Before that time, however, it was decided that Brigette that we shouldn't leave before she was allowed the opportunity to cook a real French meal for us.
And so it was that we all found ourselves that afternoon seated once again at the table enjoying a traditional French meal, my first real home-cooked meal in almost 3 months. The meal passed, as French meals have a habit of doing, in 3 full hours of nonstop eating and conversation. We ate salad, veal, and French cheese while sipping on a 1983 French Cabernet. I also learned that I still don't like foie gras.
Sitting there like that in casual conversation it was almost as if life had always been like this. It was almost as if life could always be like this. It was almost as if...a million things but soon enough we were drinking coffee and preparing for goodbyes.
And so it was that we all found ourselves that afternoon seated once again at the table enjoying a traditional French meal, my first real home-cooked meal in almost 3 months. The meal passed, as French meals have a habit of doing, in 3 full hours of nonstop eating and conversation. We ate salad, veal, and French cheese while sipping on a 1983 French Cabernet. I also learned that I still don't like foie gras.
Sitting there like that in casual conversation it was almost as if life had always been like this. It was almost as if life could always be like this. It was almost as if...a million things but soon enough we were drinking coffee and preparing for goodbyes.
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