The Hobbit Hole

In a hole there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.

4/12/2005

French Week

Filed under: General — bilbo @ 3:18 pm

I had the pleasure and the privilege to spend a couple of years in France about 20 years ago. I thought it a wonderful place and in many ways more progressive than the United States. And I don’t mean progressive as in “adhering to the ideals of the Democrats”, though that wouldn’t be a untrue statement.

France is a wonderful country with a sense of aplomb that some might mistake as arrogance. To help those who’ve never been there, I found this 2 year old introduction. Bon appetit!

What more could I add? It was a wonderful experience. I still have French moments (meaning deja vu about France).

Now to go and get some good cheese and Perrier (au zeste orange!)