My Mexx sandals. Purchased in Kiel, that Easter I have mentioned so many times. Referred to as "The-Easter-when-we-could-not-go-skiing" (boo! hoo!), as Mr. Incredible had a "sort-of-self-inflicted-issue-related-to-his-ankle". So instead we took the ferry to Germany. Awesome shoe shopping, anyway. Surely, nobody can argue against souvenir shoes, right?
Saturday night we had reservations at my favorite seafood restaurant in Cannes. Oh la la! I just cannot eat fish that looks like…fish, so I just always just order my very safe battered ("meuniere") dover sole (no head, no skin, no fins). The lovely Miss J. is more of the adventurous kind. AND her father grew up in the northern part of Norway, so she is used to seeing - and trained from early age to EAT even the "violent" parts of fish. (You would not believe it, I mean, she looks SO innocent with her blonde hair and all!)
Her selection for the day was a "chapon". A real ugly S.O.B. The problem was just that these ugly creatures are to share, as they are kind of HUGE. So, after some "oh-la-la"-ing and "mon dieus" all about, our waiter managed to locate a one-portion-sized "chapon" somewhere up the street. (I do not want to know where he got it from, most probably there was this guy standing on a street corner in a grey trench coat, selling fish out of his inner pockets).
The proud waiter tip-toed over to the table after showing the freshly grilles sea monster to Miss J. "Coupe, Madame?" He started giggling when the lovely mademoiselle did not want him to cut the fish to remove all fish-resembling parts. There were no more giggles when he came back to clear our plates a while later…
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