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Ain't that the truth!!!

Indeed. Can't imagine cashing a Paris dining opportunity at Paul Bert were I staying next door.

That has become SOP in California at serious tasting rooms. Way too many big vehicles full of mal élevé tourists.

I LOVED Florent!!!

Priscilla, Queen of the Desert!

I get it; I just don't "get" it. Blimp boobs are so ubiquitous that they're no longer eye-catching. Maybe I'm just not the target audience but in IMHO, "BORING!"

Tangentially, why doesn't she buy sizes big enough to cover her bod? She's hanging out of everything.

I groused about the driver configuration in my stick shift element until son went out and bought me a city friendly automatic mini. It’s cool! Parks in my driveway with several feet left over. Stupid easy to drive although I periodically jam down my left foot on the nonexistent clutch. To be honest, it’s a perfect city car. And yes, I reimbursed him.

It's a pittance of other money we piss away without a second thought. I DO take advantage of senior discount.

Have you answered your own question?

Word. Monday, son had to drive two sprogs 3 hours to camp (SF to Pollock Pines), and return by 3pm to take third kid to debate camp in Palo Alto (blazer, pencil skirt, collared shirt required). Summer fun parenting two age groups.

Perfect for the Bay Area’s June Gloom.

A remarkable woman, a life well lived. You and she were fortunate to have had each other. Savor your memories.

Your experiences at the Acropolis sent me into a deep depression as I recalled our visits with our then pre-teen son. We waltzed onto the Acropolis at our convenience, often returning after dinner to enjoy its moonlit magic, spur of the moment visits to museums throughout Athens and Crete, Florence's Uffizi and Pitti, a dozen Roman sites including the Vatican museums, all without need much less thought of reservations. And even then, seasoned travelers taunted us with stories of old days when travel was so much easier!

Ramps available at "corner store", $39/lb. On way out of store, I encountered a man with a bunch in his hand. He was showing and trying to explain them to a young butcher. I quipped that I wanted to go home with HIM. He was delighted, telling the butcher, "See? SOME people understand them!"