|the beach at golfe-juan, 8 am|
After a few days of waffling around last week, and feeling some guilt that I was working on my tan instead of ideas, I figured out that it is best to just stay in the moment. Open the mind and heart, that's all.
|picasso in antibes|
|rae and chris at cafe du coin|
When the residents all go out for dinner, we've started making it a game to see how French we can be with our eating habits. To make a dinner last for 3+hours, you have to take a tiny bite of food, and then put your fork down while you chew. When you are done chewing, you talk for a bit. Then you take sip of wine and talk some more. Then, another small bite. Food usually comes out pretty slowly too, and in courses, so you are not suddenly flooded with a big plate of food. We were very proud of ourselves last night: we were seated at 8:15 for a special dinner of bouillabaisse, and we walked out of there way past midnight, outlasting all the French people who were seated around the same time. I may not go home with any new work, but I will definitely go home with a new approach to how I'm serving Thanksgiving this year.