Yes! We have no bananas!
Marissa and I will be arriving in St. Tropez mid-afternoon on May 26th. We are meeting cousin, Johnny whom I have not seen since (1972?) I will be sharing pieces of that super cool reconnection here in my blog. I will also be sharing great food-finds from Italy and France, too.
Friends have asked me if I speak French. Hah! I bust out laughing. Ooh! La! La! I know two words: Legumes and la salle de bain. (Vegetables and bathroom.)
Just when you think those two combined words mean absolutely nothing, along comes a veggie-bladder diddy… The last time Marissa and I traveled anywhere of distance, we were in Manhattan… crawling to a restroom on the other side of the Marriott Marquis. We had purchased new shoes at some funky store near Central Park… Had the hair-brain idea of shopping in them all day. We hobbled to a swanky cafe upstairs in our hotel; ordered salad then asked where the restroom was. Our waitress pointed to the other side of the continent. (At least that’s what it looked like to our feet which refused to go back into our shoes.)
