Saturday, August 1, 2009


In So. California, summer is HOT, dry, HOT, and well, HOT.  Santa Ana winds make your mind a bit wonky and entire mountain ranges burst into flame.

In Lorraine, summer is a bit different. It can be hot, then overcast, then sultry, then blustery, then rainy, then hot - all in the same day.
Don't like the weather? Blink your eyes.

It's tough deciding what to wear when I leave the apartment. Sandals and a parka? Sleeveless and an umbrella?

My body is beginning to climatize, as it were. I'm enjoying every single itty bit of sunshine I can soak in. It's such a scarce commodity here, even in the summer. I have to admit, the cool breezes from Brittany feel wonderful. The rains descend from Africa, along with bits of sand. Very wild to think of rain from Africa all the way up here.

When the sun chooses to rise, it begins to show light at about 5:30. It stays around for a good long time - almost 10:00 p.m. every night. THAT was hard to get used to at first, but now, I love, love, love it. 

Summer means watermelon from Martinique and mangos from Israel. Coconut yogurt and dark chocolate bars with ginger and bits of lemon. Cheeses with lemon and basil. Waters flavored with cherries. Want to barbeque beef ribs? Sorry, in Lorraine, not the season for that cut of meat. Besides, EVERYONE dahlink, is eating mise en bouche.

Total top-drawer...

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