
So, it’s come to this. I finally need to share my brush with fame, real fame, none of this fake fame stuff. But it’s going to take a little bit of backstory, so humor me while we all sit down with our respective drinks and I spin my tale. Continue reading “…in the luxurious corner booth in the French Catholic café!”

After dinner, we have free time. Usually this is the time you can take to walk around or go have a drink or the knights and dames get time off from their malades and can enjoy themselves. I think it’s an unwritten rule, actually. I could have asked them to take me places in the voiture, but I didn’t feel like that was right.