I stopped by the English/Aussie Pub...The (something or other) Lady. It is on the very edge on the ville as far into the marina as could be. It's a great people watching spot. As you sit there, you can watch all different kind of Salty Dogs walk by with there sea bags flung over their shoulders.
They advertised a Pirate themed evening to celebrate the life of "Tork". Rum drinking, encouraged. Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of Rum.
There is a plaque on the bar for the most shots of Jagermeister....50! ( Tork?)
I heard a salty woman telling a briny man that sometimes she can drink a whole bottle of Jack Daniels by herself.
I felt as though I was in an alternate, English speaking, universe.
Mme. L. told me today that if I took Emile( with his new hair cut) into Monte Carlo by the time I left, I would have a husband.
I will try that and see if it works.
Been listening to a lot of talking radio in the car...to help with learning. I love to hear the name ShunPenn said in discussion as one long slippery word, like a Chinese noodle dish.
I had lunch at my favorite Cafe, Vieil Antibes and somehow, I ended up with chicken on my croque maison. I clearly said that I don't eat meat. It came with ham and I said...without ham....I was "cocksure" with my ordering food. After I ordered, the waiter said a whole bunch of words I didn't understand and I said "oui" ...and somehow, voila! I had chicken in the croque Maison.
While eating I read The Star Newspaper ( British) . How appalling! I was embarrassed to be looking at it. It really is trashy. What did I learn? David Beckham is still playing soccer, There's a whole bunch of British celebrities that have cheated on their wives with hookers and the hookers are very sorry and now have babies and are trying to straighten out their life. People are killing each other with out guns in all kinds of crazy ways.
I bought yarn today in a yarn shop. I was so happy to be in this shop with 3 women that allowed me to speak French and corrected me. I spoke freely, they added words and corrected my pronunciation...THANK YOU!
I have to go back next week to pick up some yarn ordered....I look forward to going back.
After Emile was finished with his grooming, I was hoping to trot through town with him, but it was late. The few people that I saw stopped and asked me how old he is...is it male or female....People are entranced by him. I need to work that!
C. told me that it is very rare to see a poodle. The last time she saw one here ( "very rare!) was last Easter. The poodle ( Carniche Royal they call them here) was with a very very elegant woman and the dog had a beautiful diamond collar on. Do Kate and I now have to worry that we are not dressed up enough to take Emile out?
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