It's Me, Sara Louise

++ Gatz came for dinner on Friday. If there’s one thing I like about Gatz, it’s this; before he comes over, he always asks what I’m cooking and then pops into le bar au vin, and has The Sommelier pick out the wine. This time he brought a  South African Chenin Blanc for l’apéro, and a Côtes du Rhône for dinner. Well done Gatz, well done.  

++ The Chenin Blanc was the first South African wine I’ve had since living in France. France is all about their French wines so it can even be difficult to find Italian and Spanish wines here, let alone anything South African, Australian or Chilean (Not that I’m complaining on that one. Chilean wines are not my favorite…. yuckity yuck yuck). 

++ After dinner, The Husband and I participated in one of our favorite activities… teasing Gatz. This time it was all about his middle names (in France you usually get two). Gatz’s middle name is, Jean-Pierre Roger. There’s a lot going on there and since Roger in France really sounds like, Rogier, the whole thing kind of rhymes. The Husband and I happen to find this hysterical (Gatz not so much). Say it with me: JEAN-PIERRE ROGIER… see it rhymes!

++ France’s Top 14 rugby is back and I couldn’t be more thrilled. It’s filling that void that I’ve been feeling since the Olympics finished and plus, I really like rugby. So far Mr. London and Toulon have won their first two matches, but my beloved ASM Clermont lost their second match and I am none too pleased.

++ Saturday night Papa’s Wife made Soupe au Pistou from the vegetables in Papa’s garden. After a particularily unhealthy afternoon stuffing myself with potato chips and beer while watching the Top 14, a bowl of vegetables was pretty much exactly what I needed.

++ However, what I certainly did not need was to come home and find this guy hanging out on the wall. 

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