Zandra and Guy pick me up at the end of the Symposium and we go to listen to John Intrator play blue grass in a bar in Carouge. On the way there, we wander through the nighttime streets of the vielle ville de Geneva. So medieval, so far from Okinawa or San Francisco.
I played Irish music with John 30 years ago! Have’t seen him for 25 years.
I wake up in the Chateau de Sothonod.
The frontThe side.
The weather is very bad. We are forced to snuggle by wood burning stoves, eating and drinking.
Fish stewSt Arthaud, who was born in the chateauSkull of feral goat that we found on Cara https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cara_Island sometime in the 90’s, threatening a Barn Owl.Zandra makes lots of delicious jam.
We go to buy masses of wine and stumble over this.
Cascade de Cerveyrieu!Wine tasting! All local vins de Bugey. Glug, glugZandra is a ceramicist.I buy a bear. You buy other stuff https://zandrascreations.comBear
Assiete de charcuterieSalade Magret de CanardSalade Carpaccio de ThonPoulet aux deux chouxTravers de porcRis de Veau a la creme aux morilles. At least 2 kilos of morilles in this dish. Delicious!Very good ChigninWe have so much fun.Guy is a wonderful er guy.
One of the compensations of old age is old friends. I have met loads on this short euro adventure.
I love them all.
Thank you, Zandra and Guy for great kindness at the chateau.
The Quiet Ripple Defines The Pond 