8 June

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Then I found Eric. Or he found me. Depends on who you ask. Back to his place to brush my teeth and wash my face. Then it’s off to his friend’s place for a quick beer and to grab some of his stuff. He’s just moving into a new place and we grabbed his gear from this great little country estate. We talked about raw milk and they told me about a place up the road where I could, I’m not kidding you, get the milk directly from the cow. Take that weird anti-raw milk weirdos.

After we delivered the clothes and such Eric took me to an old part of town with windy streets where we proceeded to his random interesting places and have little nips and bites. Let’s see. Some accents. I had a armognac from 1979. Super yum. I had some duck with raspberry confit at a tapas place. Oh same tapas place I tried four different cheeses from chez Betty (a local cheese producer). A goat cheese, a camambere, a brie, and cantal. All excellent and all likely from non-pasturized milk. Well that brings us to around 2 in the morning and I am spent. I don’t know what time it is as I’m typing this out (my clock says it’s 6pm still) but I’ll ty to connect in the morning and get this actually posted

Kisses.