Wednesday night 21:00 hours
OK, I’m stuck in some honky chateau 10 klics outta Avignon and I can’t access the net, so it’s time to “take a letter Maria, address to my wife, tell her I’m not coming home, I’m startin a new life”… Tom Jones (best covered by the Pleasure Barons).
We dumped the brat pack (Nicole and Chris) on the TGV to Paris around 09:30. We headed to Avignon, which was long on expectations, but short on delivery. Unless you like tourist gauntlet, full of trinkets made in China (with lead paint) and 8E beers. We did find a side street and had a reasonable lunch for 9E. Hung out till 2, then headed to the TGV station to rescue sister Caren, due in at 14:56. Right on time. We then jumped into the Passat, fired up the GPS and made our escape from Avignon with only one wrong turn. We crossed the Rhone and headed north to a town called Sauveterre where we had booked two rooms for one night at the Chauteau de Varenne. 16th century villa… pool… the room Dave and I have is giganto… anyway we headed to the pool for a dip… layed around till 6… then to dinner. Having no idea where to go, we headed north.
We ended up in a little berg called Chateauneuf-du-Pape. They have some red wine there that will make you sit up and howl at the moon. I even got sister Rosanne, Miss Make It White, to agree that it was the best red she ever drank. For you Jack drinkers, this is like going to Lynchburg. Ended up at a restaurant called Le Pistou. Snails, duck, salmon, steak, shit we had it all. Best meal to date. We swilled down on ’04 by somebody er other and then followed with an ’03 gigandos. A buck and a half later, we mossyied down the road to chateau lah-lah. One could get real used to this lifestyle.
Say, I flipped on CNN and saw that the euro is at an all time high… $1.39 to 1E. I also saw that some kid got eaten by a pit bull and a black woman was held hostage by 6 white freaks in West Virginia. I turned that shit off, too depressing. Besides, no one, not no one here has ever even heard of West Virginia or pit bulls… nor do they give a shit. Me either.
So, tomorrow, maybe I’ll get up by 10 or so, put on my robe (furnished) and stroll down to the pool for a dip. Then a little breakfast… then a drive to Montpellier. Ciao. PC
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