Just had une petite dejeuner (breakfast) with Jacqueline. She found it amusing the other night when I was explaining that I usually have une grande petite dejeuner. She also finds it interesting that I usually have un oeuf a la coc (a boiled egg) and when I first arrived she looked through all her cupboards and managed to retrieve one little crystal glass egg cup. A few nights ago she told me with glee that, when she went shopping for another egg cup for me, all she could find were cups with Mickee Mouse et Batman, since, (according to her) in France, only children eat their eggs this way.
She was in good spirits this morning. We each shared our horror stories of being awake Friday night. She said it was because of the change in the moon.
I know I'm leaving here on Saturday, but I do not, as yet, know where I am going. I wish I had not expressed this to Jacqueline at breakfast today, because it occasioned quite long and complicated interchanges, most of which I did not understand. It involved moving bowls around the table to show me the locations of various cities, and when I told her of my desire to go to Carcassonne (further west) for a couple of days, and then to travel to Aix-en-Provence (quite a bit of distance back to the east) for a couple of days (and then up to Lyon and, finally Paris), she was wagging her finger with a "non-non" and an explanation as to why this was a very bad idea. I couldn't quite figure out why. I think she was saying I should choose one direction or the other. But one thing was very clear: "Samedi, la porte est ferme a dix heure."
So, by 10 a.m. Saturday I must be on the other side of the door. Therefore, I am going to begin to plan where it is I am going once that door is ferme.
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