Robert Downey Frenchman
After we visited Normandy, we drove down to the Loire Valley. Luckily Blair is the kung fu master of traveling. He confidently drives in every country like he's been there a million times, has impeccable sense of direction, and somehow picks up foreign languages very easily. I'm just his smiling sidekick that has to stop every other hour for a chocolate eclair and sleeps in the car between each attraction.
We stayed at this old little chateau in the Loire Valley, equipped with wooden banisters, porcelain tubs, and old bikes to ride around the village.
The owner of the chateau kindly made a reservation for us at her favorite restaurant, La Charbonette. The restaurant had only one waitress and one chef. They buy all of their food daily at a local market and refuse to serve more than twelve people each night. We tried not to completely butcher the French language as we ordered our food with our dictionary in hand. The waitress was kind and appreciative that we were attempting to speak the language. I was embarrassed by a group of middle-aged American couples who rolled their eyes and acted annoyed when the waitress had no idea what they were asking in English. I wanted to swat their behinds and tell them that they weren't at the Crackle Barrel anymore. Bunch of arrogant ninnies.
Anyway...back to the food.
I never saw the chef, but I want to send him a Christmas card. Our tastebuds dos se deuxed to tender fish smothered in a sweet butter sauce, fresh vegetables, roasted duck with a sweet carrot glace, and a delicious warm chocolate dessert. Oh gosh I'm homesick for that place...
Can we go back to France soon?
When we arrived in Paris, we got lost driving for four hours. Hungry and frustrated, we stopped at a gas station to ask for help. The man behind the counter refused to talk to us, let alone help us find the place where we were supposed to return our rental car. A kind leather-clad and tattoed man that looked freakishly similar to Robert Downey Jr. told the man behind the counter off for being so rude. He dropped all that he was doing and spent the better part of an hour calling our rental car company and helping us find where we were going. I didn't know how to adequately thank him in French, but my tired eyes welled up with tears as we thanked him for his kindness. I cried the whole way to our destination as I contemplated his Christ-like charity. We truly don't understand the impact those little acts of service can be in someone else's life.
Have a wonderful week, folks. Remember to help someone who may be lost :)
We stayed at this old little chateau in the Loire Valley, equipped with wooden banisters, porcelain tubs, and old bikes to ride around the village.
The owner of the chateau kindly made a reservation for us at her favorite restaurant, La Charbonette. The restaurant had only one waitress and one chef. They buy all of their food daily at a local market and refuse to serve more than twelve people each night. We tried not to completely butcher the French language as we ordered our food with our dictionary in hand. The waitress was kind and appreciative that we were attempting to speak the language. I was embarrassed by a group of middle-aged American couples who rolled their eyes and acted annoyed when the waitress had no idea what they were asking in English. I wanted to swat their behinds and tell them that they weren't at the Crackle Barrel anymore. Bunch of arrogant ninnies.
Anyway...back to the food.
I never saw the chef, but I want to send him a Christmas card. Our tastebuds dos se deuxed to tender fish smothered in a sweet butter sauce, fresh vegetables, roasted duck with a sweet carrot glace, and a delicious warm chocolate dessert. Oh gosh I'm homesick for that place...
Can we go back to France soon?
When we arrived in Paris, we got lost driving for four hours. Hungry and frustrated, we stopped at a gas station to ask for help. The man behind the counter refused to talk to us, let alone help us find the place where we were supposed to return our rental car. A kind leather-clad and tattoed man that looked freakishly similar to Robert Downey Jr. told the man behind the counter off for being so rude. He dropped all that he was doing and spent the better part of an hour calling our rental car company and helping us find where we were going. I didn't know how to adequately thank him in French, but my tired eyes welled up with tears as we thanked him for his kindness. I cried the whole way to our destination as I contemplated his Christ-like charity. We truly don't understand the impact those little acts of service can be in someone else's life.
Have a wonderful week, folks. Remember to help someone who may be lost :)
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