Monday, September 1, 2008

En Francais, S'il Vous Plait (or, wait, I'm not quite done with this French vacation...don't make me leave yet!)

Here we are, right? Phase 2 of our French trip. I've booked a little castle for us, the Chateau de la Caillotière:



It's a mere 3-hour drive to Paris, so I've hired a few vintage citroëns:




And some drivers:




You know me, I just had to insert my dark lord in here somewhere--and I'm riding with Severus. Keith has been at the Jack and coke, but he assures me he could get that Citroën around with his hands tied behind his back and his eyes covered. Do we believe him?

We should overnight in Paris. Heck, why not the The Ritz? It's as good as anywhere, right?


Ladies, don't forget your chiffon scarves to tie around your hair--those convertible rides can get pretty windy.

11 comments:

just bob said...

Merci Leah! I'm glad someone who knew France helped out with sightseeing. I got us all here, but had no idea where to go once we landed!

Cecile said...

My hair is short enough, the convertible shouldn't be a problem. I think I'll drive if I'm riding with Keith though, he can just give directions. These care are equipped with GPS right?

Leah said...

Definitely, but the GPS trackers are hand-held...yeah, you better drive Cece. And actually, I think I have to drive the Severus-mobile. Do wizards actually pass Muggle road tests?

Hi Bob! I wish I knew France better even. It's Sarge who does really. And my high school French is a disaster. Sometimes Sarge tries to pass a secret over Hedgie's head in French, and I never understand what the hell he's saying...

So what are we going to do in that drafty castle for entertainment?

Leah said...

p.s. I guess it's me and Suze who are going to have hair in our eyes--anyone else with long hair? Bob? my hair is pretty darn long and so's hers. Suze do you usually wear your hair down or up? I've taken to wearing a chignon pinned up, perfect for France...

Skeeter said...

Well, it sounds good enough to me. I wanna stay for awhile longer too! So much to see and do ...

Best wishes and send back the imaginary post cards ... would you?

Skeeter

Gig said...

I also have short hair, and love convertibles!! This is awesome...wine...chocolate...
french men, ooh,la,la!!

What is next on the agenda?

Merci to Leah!!

Suzanne said...

Merci Leah,

I've been back in America all day cleaning the house and doing chores, okay, so I'm now back in France. Right? I mean, if I blink or something this post isn't going to disappear, nor is the castle or the Ritz? Right? THANK GOD!!!!! Yes, please let's extend this because I need the vacation. Why? Because I'm exhausted. Oh, and most important, I need a few laughs.

To start. What the hell is Severus doing here? Isn't he being unpaid to work back home? I saw him and just cracked up. You sneaky, sly devil you. And I agree, you and Cece should drive. I wouldn't trust those guys for a minute. And also agree you are the best tour guide. I'll follow you to the ends of the earth, or at least to the French border. Rob's fluent in French. I'm not, so you're my ticket to fine food, good wine, classy hotels, cute cars, gorgeous countryside and museums. Okay, I'm in! Wait, who's driving my car? And who's riding with me? Bob? You hitched yet? Honey, hop in. And Gig, you willing to let your hair down? Then hop in too. Cece, you want to test your luck with us rather than you now who? Hop in too!!! I still have the Mercedes. Plenty of room. We can all drive and stretch out our legs. Ladies and Bob, put on your chiffon scarves and click your seat belts. We're turning down all the windows and opening the sun roof. Skeeter, almost didn't see you lurking there. Hop in. I'm a good driver. Really. That accident was a fluck. Risk with me cuz the best is yet to be. *Hands Skeeter a chiffon scarf.*

Life is good.

XO

INNER VOICES said...

le *he regardé autour pour voir si n'importe qui regardait, a tiré un flacon de veste et a bu fortement. pensé à l'individu comment odeurs de pays de vieilles chaussettes et de mold.*

just bob said...

le *he regardé autour pour voir si n'importe qui regardait, a tiré un flacon de veste et a bu fortement. pensé à l'individu comment odeurs de pays de vieilles chaussettes et de mold.*

I have no response to that... basically because I don't know what the heck it means.

Random Chick said...

OOo la la!

Inner Voices, stop talking with that croissant in your mouth...I can't understand a word you're saying!!!

I've got my scarf and my Audrey Hepburn sunglasses, let's go!!!

Leah said...

IV--I understood your French! Yay. I knew you'd bring your flacon de veste along. But you'll have to share with Keith.

xoxo