When left to their own devices, GodzillaPin and the Ninja Turtle have a fashion of clearly distinguishing the week and its end. Gone are the wholesome meals and waking at reasonable hours, as they fall into bed at 2, rise with a throbbing headache and proceed to feast on sparkling wine, Stilton cheese and crackers.
But we’re getting ahead of ourselves. The first (and foremost) glorious thing this weekend was the weather – we got a few hours of sunshine and the type of stifling heat that precedes rain. It got so hot during our walk out to the farmers’ markets that GodzillaPin stripped off his layers. Unfortunately for all, this meant seeing him in pyjamas. Sort of.
There is something of a tradition to buy a roast chicken at the markets for our Saturday lunches. In summer we tear it apart and rustle up a salad with leafy greens, peaches and vinaigrette, while autumn called for a more warming spinach stew. Versatile stuff, whole roast chickens.
Yet this time, something else excited the duo even more. While strolling through the markets, GodzillaPin was frozen in his tracks by the sight of the most beautiful array of squashes he had ever seen. There were squashes big and small, green squashes, yellow squashes, orange squashes, squashes he didn’t know the names of… It was squashy (peachy, but with squashes).
The Ninja Turtle got an even better find. After hunting for a year and half through all of this Gallic nation, making fervent enquiries from Auvergne to Bretagne to Lorraine, she finally found what had been haunting her dreams since leaving Australia:
Pleased with their bounty, they made their way home, believing they have seen it all. Were they in for a shock when the after-lunch stroll saw them bumping into one of these contraptions.
The next time, dear reader, you run into a snooty French person or someone acting like French cuisine is superior in all the human race, gently point out that in France, one can buy baguettes from a vending machine. The mind boggles.
We also got a taste of the South this weekend in Nancy too, at the 40th edition of the Nancy Jazz Pulsations.
We attended both the Friday and Saturday night concerts, but it was far more enjoyable the second night, when the air wasn’t thick with marijuana and the music loud enough to penetrate the marrow. Our unanimous favourite was Alex Hepburn, though Ibrahim Maalouf was a very close second.
So that was the weekend for GozillaPin and the Ninja Turtle. Now they will lay low and try to recover from the wine, cheese and jazz hangover before another week commences.