tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862674.post8073887216115873119..comments2024-01-12T00:24:35.544+01:00Comments on St Bloggie de Riviere: Paris PratSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13195684182481935384noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862674.post-42531662826196771842007-01-26T21:41:00.000+01:002007-01-26T21:41:00.000+01:00Hells Bells - I go to the Golf Club in Orleans ver...Hells Bells - I go to the Golf Club in Orleans very often - do you realise I might just have been eating right by Richard d'Orleans whilst innocently enjoying family outing to golf.......I live dangerously! Mindyou my family are so posh and froggie he might not have approached us!<br /><br />ngAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862674.post-24615708657814786472007-01-26T09:15:00.000+01:002007-01-26T09:15:00.000+01:00NG, you have very eccentric friends.
Let's stop ...NG, you have very eccentric friends. <br /><br />Let's stop spending <i>before</i> the blue card starts smoking, shall we???Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13195684182481935384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862674.post-20385160489455252172007-01-25T21:23:00.000+01:002007-01-25T21:23:00.000+01:00ou lucky thing. It's a while since I've been. I al...ou lucky thing. It's a while since I've been. I always take the foie gras and a glass of sauternes.<br /><br />I was freezing cold and so I spoilt my supervisor and myself to a blanquette de veau and tarte tatin at the local golf course. Not quite the glamour I'm afraid but it was good all the same.richard of orléanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17916405768158186733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862674.post-74820019142134392472007-01-25T20:11:00.000+01:002007-01-25T20:11:00.000+01:00So glad you tried it ED, at a girl. Nothing works...So glad you tried it ED, at a girl. Nothing works better than a bit of glamour after a big slap on the nose, and being treated the wrong way by prats without hearts or guts....of course we all know that they are chit...not we, but on the spot we feel like it!<br /><br />I immediately go and have an outlandish glamour treat after breathtakeing dissappointment or wounds to my prickly sense of honor.<br /><br />I even push things to going to spend a penny only in super "palaces" whilst shopping....I swish by the reception desks with a certain assurance, enjoy their lovely perfumed and welcoming commodities, and feel much better than going to the somewhat latin version of loos in even nice café's!!<br /><br />Now I have the best address book of loos in smart hotels all over France! I could write a guide about it.<br /><br />Getting confidence back after an under the belt punch is much easier with a surprise treat, outing, change of "duty" program etc.<br /><br />I suggest we quickly crach our blue cards in town!!!! As we can't afford it - it's so exciting!<br /><br /> A super friend of mine who went bankrupt and did some heavy spending in front of me said "deja que je suis fauché....si en plus il faut que je me prive........"<br /><br />NGAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862674.post-2809378241556923902007-01-25T12:07:00.000+01:002007-01-25T12:07:00.000+01:00Ah, the Gare de Lyon, and the unexpected hide-outs...Ah, the Gare de Lyon, and the unexpected hide-outs of French gastronomy.<br /><br />Maybe the Transalpino generation which grew up in the era of cheap student train travel in Europe didn't share the excitement, choice or convenience of EasyJet, but we certainly saw a lot more of the country on the way.<br /><br />I guess that my supply of student marmite sandwiches must typically have run out south of Calais, because I can still remember the deliriously delicious <em>steak-frites</em> I enjoyed in the grandeur of the Gare de Lyon en route to geological field mapping in the Dolomites. <br /><br />It was better even than the breakfast <em>panini</em> at Milano Centrale the next morning.<br /><br />Or anything you could ever buy at London's Victoria station. Sadly.Roadshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06701468219259761540noreply@blogger.com