...goat cheese spread (I love this stuff... it's like tangy cream cheese), and pear yogurt (read: yogurt with chunks of real pear in it... no syrupy nonsense):
I also did laundry... Each time I come to France, I forget how much I loathe their washing machines' settings, but I am quickly reminded. I'm really not sure which setting I was supposed to use, so I just picked the leaf, because it looked nice:
The dryer was slightly more comprehensible. I sent pictures of each to my French friend C, to help me out. Awaiting a decoder e-mail.
The people in the apartment across the street from my window are singing "joyeux anniversaire" (="happy birthday to you"). Cars pass infrequently in the rue below. A soft breeze floats through the windows. In a few minutes, I'm going to meet the South African assistant, who has promised to stop by my room. Other than this, nothing more to report, on a Friday night in a small town in France.
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