The month of May in France is one of many holidays in a row.
School holidays.
Children everywhere.
Our friend's son, reading comics, in his parent's antique shop.
Raphael's baskets (shoes) I adore against the wooden floor.
After hanging out in our friend's shop, we went back to their home at La Madone.
Raphael's mother, my friend Nathalie, asked her son what he would like for dinner as we were going out.
He thought about it, then replied, "Fois gras. Or caramelized duck."
Only in France would a child even think of those opitions. Nathalie made him sauteed chicken breast in a lemon butter sauce.
When I was a child peanut butter, jelly and cheese was second to none… I take that back I liked Cocoa Puffs too.
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