it's hot.

<-- ein foto, bitte.

my title ends with a period because that's the end of it.  i have nothing further to say about the weather and complaining about it is not a solution.

today, in paris, i got taken to a seedy part of town... oh my.  to a fabulous restaurant for lunch that served breton food, which i love.  i got to drink cider imported from a farm which was quite divine and tasted oh so good.  i loves me some cider.  and for those of you who don't know what it is, think of beer made from apples instead of wheat.

my meal started off with a lovely mixed green salad with a cold zucchini, eggplant and some fish brick.  it was light and delicious.  followed by a lovely tuna with more eggplant.  for dessert, i had the house specialty which was a pastry filled with a mousse.  it was light and delicious.

the best part of the meal was that i was invited.  i hadn't realized that it was the french "invite" not the american "invite."  namely the difference being, in french, invite means "i want you to come and i will pay."  whereas in english, invite means frequently "i want you to come along with me."

it was lovely to get to have a delicious meal with adults and made me wish for thomas to be there.  but next year, he and i can go to the restaurant together and get tipsy on the cider.  letting the bubbles go through our nose and enjoy that refreshingly intoxicating apple flavor trickle down. 

i do love to eat.