The year is picking up pace. It's light early in the morning now. The school half term has started so there are no cars to disturb our morning walk.
Bob spies a gnome in a villagers garden. He is greatly taken with it. The villagers, like the French in general, are great gnome fanciers. At the latest count the village has a population of 17 gnomes.
The German billionaires multi-storey garage is having the terracotta floors taken out and a new grey marble floors put in. The marble will be less harsh on the tyres of his Ferrari collection. Bob christens all the flower pots arrayed outside. Non-verbal canine architectural criticism. The grey marble ( visible beneath the doors ) does not blend well with the limestone.
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We'd never have taken Bob to be gnome fancier...far too sensible a chap, but there you go !
Potato, truffle jelly - and chocolate sorbet - all together? No, I don't think we would have struggled to say something positive....it sounds....well...unappetising (to be polite)!
Perhaps the waitstaff use wheelchairs.....
Perhaps the German billionaire should cheer up his property with a wee garden gnome or three?
Angus, did you really count the gnomes?
Obviously a slow Monday morning !
To kill French fancied birds with one stone... Are any of the gnomes dressed as Father Christmas?
Nothing the GB has added to that garage blends with the limestone. Pots are wrong, doors are hideous.
They might as well have used cinder block.
I heard Jacque Pepin share his standard comment when the food is substandard.... "You'll never be better than you were today."
I'm filing that one away for future use.
Wonderful.
A dog owner has to have something to do on those chill early morning perambulations round the village.
The Font is truly a master diplomat. Perhaps the restaurant spent so much on truffles there was nothing left to buy more tables.
As for the GB's garage, less said the better. Sheila's pretty well nailed it, above.
Rather nice not to be crowded in like most restraunts these days.
That garage is absolutely ugly. All money and no taste.
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