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Our last night in France was spent helping Pat, Val and Tony clean out their fridge, but in the most over the top manner. Right down to a flowerless chocolate cake made just cuz Val felt like doing it.
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| We leave our 13th century abode and head into ...... |
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| The Pyrenees....they are magnificent |
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Exciting and beautiful day of traveling through the mountains. Doris was nervous because we were taking a new way, to her. I was nervous because I wasn't totally sure the tunnels would appear where they(the maps) said they would be. Charlie pressed on reguardless. Again we found clear directions to the cave painting, the internet does not know all, just like GPS.Near Andorra there was lots of traffic, they could not all be camping and fishing, there has to be shopping in that area.One mountain range looked like a string of needles in the sky but others near them were rolling and round topped. What happened here and when?
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| Charlie's Carpaccio with pan tamate |
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| Doris's Pate |
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| Beth's Anchovies |
We stayed at wonderful and whimsical places. Like the pension in San Sabastien with no window and the room # was C as in Closet and cost 75euros! But I never would have bet that we would stay at a Best Western In the aeroporto in Barcelona.
July11th we headed to the areoporto and were delayed but had talks with others. It was a chatty crowd! An art teacher from Florida who had gone to Pratt asked if I could help her get on the internet.(ha, ha) She had bee to a print making class in the sierra Nevada mountains and sailed some canals in Holland. Also met a couple who shop in the Greenmarket . They had bee to Paris (sigh) and a joyful wedding in Girona where they ate at one of "the best restaurants in Spain". Fill in the name from that article in theTimes, 3 brothers in Girona or near Roses. 5 hours of unbelieveable food!
My most memorible dish ws an amuse in Montreal, a tomato, watermelon gazpacho with anchovy goat cheese float. I will attempt to duplicate this when I return to making meals in the real world.
George Lang of Cafe Des Artistes fame died while we were in France or Spain and reading about him in the Herald Tribune, reminded me of Frances who lived in the building, worked as The Hostess and in later years would come down for a drink and dinner at the bar. Always beautifully attired in a suit with a lace collared blouse and pearls. What a Lady! Hello, wherever you are.
We are all home and I am finishing this up in my kitchen. Adious!
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