We went for lunch today at one of
our favorite restaurants in St.-Remy.
They have a fixed price menu that includes appetizer, main course and
dessert.
The desserts are in a big display
case near the entrance and they are wonderful.
They are made by the same bakery that made Christian’s awesome birthday
cake.
One of our favorite parts of going
to this restaurant is watching the floor show.
When it comes time for dessert,
you go to the display case to pick what you want and carry it back to your
table. I had a good seat for watching
the action. Every few minutes, a table
full of people would get up, walk to the dessert case and start pointing and
talking excitedly. Then they would walk
back to their table, carrying their prizes.
Everyone who did this had the most enormous smile on their face, it was hilarious. Kind of a giddy look, like a kid on Christmas
morning. Even the most bored, cynical Parisienne looked like a six-year-old who just got a pony.
Val and I were, of course, calm,
cool and collected when we got our desserts.
After lunch we walked through the
main square to pick up some bread. We
passed a group of young toughs lounging on the stairs of a building, drinking
beers and making a mess. As we walked by we
could smell that distinctive odor of ganja.
This isn’t the sort of thing you usually see in bucolic St.-Remy.
“Not the sharpest knives in the
drawer,” said Val.
“What do you mean?” I
asked.
“Well,” she said, “if you notice,
they were sitting on the stairs of the mayor’s office.”
Sure enough, when we walked back
a few minutes later a squad car had pulled up.
Two brawny police officers got out and restored order. The kids didn’t look so tough anymore. And
they definitely weren’t smiling.
That’s what passes for crime here
in Mayberry R.F.D!
KVS
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