while i wait for the dishes to be done-- i cooked, mussels in wine sauce, followed by sausages, if you must know-- i'm trying to recall paris how distant it now seems what i most want to recount is the moment when we passed the ministry of milk or at least an edifice that caused me to ask the taxi driver if some cows grazed maybe on a permitted form of euro turf moving from room to room carefully--you know cows-- avoiding desks of those who properly and with taste furnish reports a hundred head euro herd populating the second and upper floors--if you've seen the size of some french elevators you'll appreciate the joke--
escaped from butter mountain eluding interpol running from sadness and the red wine lake all this is hard to say in french so i was proud that it got done the taxi driver laughed contravening possibly a bevy of union rules about fair rates and views which can only be expressed slowly like milk David Ritchie, Portland, Oregon ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html