Oui. v. lucky to be off to Cannes, France. Sans enfants. Merci!

Very fine indeed, [l’homme conferencing, l’wife blagging, yes, my French is how you say rubbishé] and up until this moment I’ve been soooo longing for it. But now I start to worry, should we be flying like the Beatles, the Royal Family or the Wiggles [one and the same, not] in separate aircraft so as to not lose the whole band or the 2 lead singers in this case, in one horrifying incident?

Hmm. Aging. Terrible to be thinking so drastically on the cusp of two weeks of liberté. But the mind, it’s an amazing mystifying machine… Isn’t it? Or is it just plain [plane] guilt? Err…

plat du jour Eiffel plane eiffel

Anyway, moving on…que sera sera [also going to Italy…expresso tripo]

plat du jour Eiffel cheese bread wine

Voila. My plat du jour. Or my week on a plate actually…
And yes, it is a map of France not a pink leaf as I first thought.

plat du jour Eiffel cheese bread wine CU copy

So not this French spread from the John Cusack/ John Hughes ’80s classic Better Off Dead. Though I will be getting me some Fronch bread. And plenty.


Must fly. Sincerely. Ridic early flight. Not going to bed.

Au revoir. Air kiss air kiss darlings.
I will miss you.