When friends come to visit, the talk is non stop late until the night.
They come bearing gifts from afar.
The wonder, when they bring chocolates from their stop in Marseille, not just any shop but the oldest in the city…1760. How did they know?
Funny name for amazing chocolates.
Nicol Sayre and her husband Phil are with us for a few days!
Dinner is still going on downstairs though, I jumped up saying, "Oh my God I haven't written my blog yet… excuse me!"
And ran upstairs.
Meanwhile Phil and Nicol have a cuddle.
They are also happily having Chateauneuf du Papes…
I brought my glass with me.
Chocolates yes.
Dinner yes.
Conversation flowing sweeter than wine, yes.
But Johnson's baby powder, my guilty simple pleasure.
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