"On n'a pas tous les jours vingt ans..."

Vaune came over for dinner last night, to interview my old people for her project on differences between generations. We had leftover ratatouille with fish. Vaune is a vegetarian, and the fact that she ate the fish is a testament to how much she wanted to talk to M. et Mme. Gilot.

After dinner, Mme brought out home-made chocolate mousse and this apple that had an American flag and a French flag in it. She said that since I was not going to be having dinner with them on my birthday, she wanted to do something special « for the Americans. » It was adorable. She tried to remember this song about turning twenty, but she couldn’t remember the words. She was humming bits of it in old-lady-voice. All I could think of was « My Sweet Little Alice Blue Gown » and « Among My Souvenirs. » It was adorable. It also gave me a much-sought-after excuse to take a picture of the Gilots ! I know you have been waiting patiently…



Tonight I am going to a gay bar in the center of town with my new friend Chris to interview a guy for my project on LGBT life in Angers. Ought to be interesting.