I’m home.

I’m sick. (Bleh.)

But I had a lot of fun. We had a big dinner last night with all of The Frenchman’s friends and their kids. We numbered something scary like 43 altogether. I made friends with some of his friends. The kids are still unbelievably well behaved. When adults enter a room for the first time, the kids all stand and say, “Bonjour Madame!” or “Bonjour Monsieur!” and do the “bises” thing. It kills me every time they do it. The Frenchman explained that it’s because French schools kick the kid’s butts and tell them repeatedly that, despite what they think, they are not God’s greatest gift to the world, whereas American schools tend to try and make everyone feel special. I’m beginning to understand why celebrities like Depp take their kids to France.

The Frenchman and I had a romantic dinner together the night before. Unfortunately, the restaurant was a little strange. After everything we said, the servers replied “Bravo!” Like, “Smoking or non-smoking?” “Non-smoking, please.” “Bravo!” Then later… “Would you like to order an appetizer?” “No, thank you.” “Bravo!”

Weird.

Anyway, pictures aren’t up yet but I have uploaded two very brief films I took with the camera:

A nutty thing I did from our terrace. My brain was totally over-oxygenated and I said a bunch of really ridiculous stuff. I was high. That’s all I can say. And the range is called “Dents Blanches.” (Not sure how I screwed that one up. More altitude silliness, no doubt.)

Bravo! Er, or something.