Saturday, February 11, 2006

There's a place in France

This dispatch comes to you from the south of France, where my mother ate a duck liver for lunch and where I bought a big old bottle of olive oil from a place where you could taste it like it was wine. The sun is shining, herbs are growing out of the sides of the road, and I'm wondering why Jeff's company picked snowy Bavaria for its headquarters. We are off to Paris on Tuesday. Oo la la!

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