whoever says the french are rude are wrong.
so far, the french have been kind, helpful, courteous, considerate, polite, pleasant, warm, friendly and just plain nice to us. we were warned the french would mock our amateurish efforts to speak their language. not true – at least here in the south of france.
these fotos are from yesterday’s trip to beziers for art supplies. the bridge crosses the river orb. we walked the orb – across the orb, along the orb. we walk in our own photographs. implications abound.
we arrived in beziers at 8:40 in the morning, left 5:15 that afternoon – that’s 8.5 hours of walking around. my legs are thinking of having me committed.
this morning kathy wondered why she always thinks of her family first thing in the morning. i told her because she’s a social sick-o. she asked why her brothers never write her. told her because they don’t like her. they told me so. they resented her always studying and getting good grades and making them look bad. then i told her her parents don’t like her either. in fact, they paid me to marry her. then i finished her off by saying i was only with her for the coffee. she laughed, told me to go write that down. she’s making my coffee right now.
