Cheery

A lovely young Frenchman has sent me a photo of his pants.


I am reminded of that festive New Years' Eve in the Montpellier chateau. It simply went on and on. I discovered that anyone can speak perfectly understandable French after five whiskies. I remember an intense conversation about acting with a young lady with the name of a wildflower. People tucked themselves away into the corners of the chateau as the night wore on, only to re-emerge at lunchtime, to my pleasure and surprise.