For example, this week I had to go visit a customer site on the edge of the Mediterranean Sea in the French Riviera.
I was forced to enjoy the perfect weather, drink wine, toast a Pastisse and eat gourmet French food in the harbour of Cassis at sunset.
After having to put up with a trip like that, it was comforting to return to my homebase at the foot of the French Alps.
I'm not sure I'll recover from this terrible imposition on my quality of life. Please, send gifts and cookies...
Side note: today I'm whizzing over the French countryside on the TGV high speed train from Lyon, bound for Paris. I made a mistake when boarding so I'm "stuck" in first class on my second class ticket!
Meandering through the countryside has its charms... but ripping along at 400km/hr, scaring stunned looking cows and leaving a veritable sonic boom in my wake is far more my style! Have to go, my chocolate mousse just arrived.
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