Adventures in Toulouse

[...] Monsieur J and I came back from a lovely weekend in Royan on Saturday afternoon. But the weekend really [...]

[...] This probably qualifies as the most bizarre, creative and entertaining wedding present that Monsieur J and I have received thus far. Sent with love from friends in Italy, I think we're pretty lucky [...]

[...] sludge, I've got the good stuff. On a whim we followed the signs to Château Cransac; Monsieur J and I had already tasted some of their wines in Toulouse and I think we secretly wanted more. [...]

[...] got me wondering: even if the rules have changed, How. Do. You. Know? Two years ago on May 1st, Monsieur J picked out a little bouquet of muguet for me at the market. I was just happy to have flowers [...]

[...] things breaking in the rental apartment, which sets off a long chain of tedious tasks: 1. Call rental agency x however many times it takes them to realize there really is a problem 2. Rental agency [...]

Remember that affordable wine I mentioned last time? It's called Fronton, and it's a favorite of mine. What makes this wine different from some of the [...]

[...] soup? I put the title in French because it just sounds so much more appetizing to whisper, potage aux fanes de radis. Mmmm. Monsieur J's mom has been telling us how good this soup is for a while now. [...]

[...] . Surprise! But today I awoke to sun, blue skies and seasonal temperatures. I did a little weekend grocery shopping at the market and planted basil and cherry tomato plants for the balcony. I think I' [...]

The temperature was 100+ when I left Toulouse last week. We're talking HOT, so hot that most of what I packed in my suitcase (skirts and t-shirts) was [...]

[...] his back, so I flipped him over while my mom called the phone number listed on the nest, aka Charlie the turtle man. There were about 8 of us watching as he crawled instictively toward the [...]

[...] classmates. The 15 euro fee includes the lesson, main meal, dessert, coffee or tea and a 2 euro supplement will get you a glass of wine. For the price, you'd have a hard time paying for a restaurant [...]

[...] , perhaps armed with a newspaper or just a bare hand. Now, Monsieur J and I delight in swatting bugs with our racquets. Successful zapping is hard to miss. There's the loud "crack!& [...]

Monsieur J and I have been playing what I've taken to calling "Little House on the Prairie." Why, you might ask? Because we've been sans hot water for [...]