Two entirely unrelated posts later, yes, I am indeed back from France.
Ostensibly, my wife and I were there as a surprise for my sister-in-law’s 25th wedding anniversary. Her husband – my brother-in-law – invited us along, which was sincerely nice of him. We did one night in Paris, then took a train to Provence to stay in a ridiculously picturesque town in the Luberon valley outside of Avignon called Gordes (pronounced, I believe, like “gourds”). We stayed there for a few days, then zipped back to Paris for one more night and then flew back to NYC.
Unlike my otherwise usual rituals when visiting foreign places, I didn’t really get to go to any record shops or music venues. It was pretty much my brother-in-law’s party, so largely just went along with the program.
At the very least, I ate and drank like a marauding Visigoth (my brother-in-law is something of a “wine guy,” so I periodically strayed from my beloved beer). I’m now paying for it.
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