Glyn called from the UK this morning complaining of terminal teenage overload. More to the point he had misplaced his French bank card and wanted me to check his house. He had visions of the waiters at our last restaurant stop in Nîmes setting off on a cruise at his expense. No problem, I found it, and now I'm off on the cruise!
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Chris sent me this piece about seagull pie today. It's one of the funniest pieces about Italian mamas that I have read in a long time.
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