It was going to be our great extravagant dinner to end all dinners. The atmosphere was nice. Very French cafe. Very authentic.
We had saved all year long, putting the money toward one great event. (Yes, even the kids made sacrifices.) We decided to have an elegant French dinner. Heather had been inspired by a book written by Julia Child, describing her years in Paris.
Huge disappointment. No baguette and butter as a warm-up. Ben’s entrée was the most expensive — and the worst. (I won’t even describe it.) The dessert was far less tasty than what we had at the pâtisserie just down the street from where we stayed.
Alas.
Moral of the story? Don’t put all your hopes in one basket. You may be disappointed. And, be sure to read those guide books before you make a commitment.
And don’t worry, I gave them a really bad writeup on Google Maps.
Heather, Jay and I went for a hike up at Loveland Pass, Colorado, yesterday. It was wonderful. (That’s the two of them in the snow, just off the trail — yes, and only a day before August.) We were cut short by thunderstorms... It’s not nice to get hit by lightning at 12,000.’
I could have never gotten this photo with my previous camera. This Sony has a 10x optical zoom. Great for getting closer than I would otherwise.
As we were wandering around Paris, my daughter noticed that a lot of people smoked.
We just got back from a family vacation to Europe. Lest you think we are extravagant jet-setters, we went to see my sister who lives in Belgium. And since our oldest is about a year from leaving the nest, this may be our last family vacation for a long time.
This Frontier Airlines mini-billboard had no words. It didn’t need any. Larry the Lynx is familiar enough to frequent flyers that he speaks for himself. Without words, in this case.
I lived in the suburbs of Boston during my junior and senior high school years. The Schrafft’s candy factory was — and still is — visible along one of the major traffic arteries.
