As I type this, I am sitting on a concrete post at the edge of an alley, just around the corner from the main square (it’s actually an “main egg,” but that’s another story) here in Montpellier, sucking free WiFi from someone named Avril (thanks, Avril!). The ergonomics of the situation are not fantastic, so I will be less longwinded than usual.
I have been quite a site here in Montpellier, walking around with my half-open iBook with MacStumbler running, listening for the telltale “bleep” that indicates a WEP-free WiFi access point. I found one about a half hour ago, but using it required standing on the sidewalk in front of a bus stop. Buses kept stopping. Very confusing for all of us.
We have moved in to our little house in Aniane, and it is all we could have hoped for an more. Every morning (well, all two mornings so far…) Oliver and I have gotten up and walked the two short blocks to the boulangerie and have ordered deux baguettes and trois croissants. It seems to have worked so far.
And everything they say about how great it is to have small bakery, grocery and other stores within easy walking distance has proved very true. This morning, I felt like an orange. So I walked around the corner and bought two.
The weather here is wonderfully springlike — 22 degrees C today, and very sunny. Nights are a little cooler, but not too much so.
Many more tales to tell when my Internet access is less precarious (virtually and physically).
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Peter, be sure to visit the
Peter, be sure to visit the toy store called Pomme de Reinette in Montpellier. It’s at no. 33, rue de l’Aiguillerie (walk through the Oeuf — as if you were walking towards the Polygone – left into the allee where the ice cream vendors are, and then up into the little streets off to the left of the allee, in behind the Musee Fabre). We Holmans have visited there (Pomme de Reinette) twice and it was wonderful. Oliver will be in seventh heaven.
Have you met anyone who
Have you met anyone who speaks Provencal? I don’t suppose you would, or if you did you might not know it.
Hi Peter and Catherine and
Hi Peter and Catherine and Oliver. Sounds like you have arrived safely. The weather sounds lovely. something like here the last few days. Gorgeous. All the lawns are being raked and the grass is condsiderably greener as I type. I am still trying to get the e-mail address of Andrew and Delphine. Paula’s neice had her baby in Halifax on Saturday morning early. Charlie. All is well She should be back soon. I am still in the throws of painting and cleaning the basement. Nothing is easy. they tell me to go get new end caps for the rads and of course they are too short as my radiators are the old type and it looks like they are all the one size which is too short. Now the search is on. The paint color we chose is too yellow so I’m on the run to change it to more like Wendy’s. I think we have it now. Claude still doesn’t like yellow. The wicker shair turned out beautifully. I must have put 6 coats of dye on and it still was too light but once I put the varnish coat on it matched perfectly. Looks like a new antique chair, if there is such a thing. Glad I didn’t paint it ochre. Sorry Pete, this will be clearer to Catherine. Talk to you soon. Love Carol
“And everything they say
“And everything they say about how great it is to have small bakery, grocery and other stores within easy walking distance has proved very true. This morning, I felt like an orange. So I walked around the corner and bought two.”
Like the difference between living in the oasis and some subway stops away in the desert.
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