|The morning after the evening with the champagne|
...and when it rises, it takes longer for it do muster its force.,
|sink-wash clothes drying on metal wire used to hold up champagne vines ;-)|
|my abode for the night|
|Hello? anybody home?|
|Hide and seek?|
|Pope Urban II (Let's have a CRUSADE!) behind bars|
|All I can think is CHAMPAGNE|
|I wonder why ?|
|Yes, Google Maps tricked me AGAIN. Bumpy Ride !|
And then all of a sudden I am in Epernay.
The strangest thing is that when I roll into town, Epernay reminds me of Vancouver. NO, NO, the two are totally unalike.
|These names ring a bell somehow|
Maybe too much affluence is bad for the brain????? It definitely is bad for the soul !
Unfortunately I don't see much of Epernay. The lunch I have at Le Progres is VERY UNDERWHELMING.
|My salad Nicoise. Notice the pitted olives? NO NO NO ! Olives loose their flavour as soon as you take the pit out !|
I send off my translation around 6 pm, but given the good manners of my patent attorney clients, I now have to live in fear until midnight that they might just send me a correction suggestion and expect me to finish it today. That's what they did yesterday but I just told them that this translator is no longer a spring chicken and no longer works after midnight. Let's hope they got the message.
Today is also September 2nd. It's the sixth anniversary of the death of Grandma's husband and my friend Joachim. He is greatly missed. I've never met a truly unselfish Gentleman in the basic meaning of the words, except him. The man was funny, warm, and a stickler for principles of human conduct. (O.K. there was someone else ;-) You couldn't help liking and respecting him in whatever he did. (There definitely was someone else ;-) Anyhu, this was the bit in calling Grandma today that I wasn't looking forward to. But she just said "It's not like we can bring him back", to which I replied "Nope otherwise we'd both be hard at work". (And I'd be doing double duty ;-)
When I mention to Grandma where I am and that I'll soon be cycling through the Ardennes Mountains, she starts singing a tune that she used to sing with the other children in school. "Da oben im Ardennerwald, da oben weht der Wind so kalt" (Up there in the Ardenne forest, the wind blows so cold).
After doing so TWICE during the day, I manage not to forget the key in my room overnight, which is a good thing, because there is no-one at the reception between 10 pm and 7 am. ????
It's too early to check out, so I go for a walk.
|A good and not so little friend of mine will appreciate this one ;-)|
Time to pack, check out, and head EAST !