There’s a place in France
February 11th, 2006 by Blythe
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!
