
GG's editor used to ride her bicyclette down this very path--while eating a slice of tarte flambé or tarte aux framboises...or ice cream or you-name-it. Somehow, she maintained a slender figure, in fact she become skinnier during this time. Must've been the cycling...because almost everything was washed down with local vin or the great equalizer, a Kronenbourg. Oh a flood of memories coming in...the tour of Kronenbourg...um, OK, this reverie must be cut short. Must look up cultural highlights, of which there are so many...not to mention the international organizations sitting in Strasbourg...the UNESCO designation...
Off for a day to take a break. In addition to writing on Darfur (real world intrusions, ugh), GG & editor must begin gathering ingredients to bake a tarte or make some confitures for our Sunday visit to Hermione the Cat in new abode. Rumor has it that her jardin overfloweth with herbs & she is feeling her usual generous self.