So, for those of you in the first two groups ...... it's traditional in France, as well as trying to make people believe tall stories, to pin a fish on unsuspecting folk's backs. These tricks and stories (remember or maybe hearing about Richard Dimbleby's Spaghetti harvest April Fool in 1957?) are called "Poisson d'avril". There was a fish for every house in the street and they didn't go unnoticed. A bit of fun to brighten the day.
I was taken in by a report in the paper about a local restauranteur who fancies himself as a trend setter putting insects on the menu. Not true
While waiting for the bus, to go to Michèle and Henri's for lunch, the dentist drove by and offered me a lift. I got to meet Michèle's sister (Danièle) and brother in law (also Henri) and there was also fish on the menu. Coming back, however, I didn't have the same luck and had to shell out 1€ for the bus.
Had just over an hour at home before it was time to meet Nicole S to go back to town for Bridget's "private viewing" of her exhibition. Standing waiting for 15 minutes I felt as I did when I got a "dizzy" http://www.scotslanguage.com/articles/view/id/4588/type in Glasgow one time. Great expression, is it not? Didn't have a mobile phone then so I was left wondering; this time an answer was forthcoming. She hadn't turned up because she'd forgotten!
All was not lost. I went instead to the vernissage in Christian's room in the Maison pour Tous and had an apéritif and nibbles. Yes, of course i looked at the paintings too. From there I went into the bar to hear Kevin, a good 60's/70's singer/guitarist record a promotional video. Resisted (easily) joining the table of Brits, prefering to sit chatting with Philippe, the association's only male committee member.
Weather:
14° Sun, drizzle in the evening
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