Two days in France, eight kids aged 4 – 11, seven of them girls: the 10 and 11 year-olds are allowed to drink Champagne.
We eat lunch just before 4, then dinner at 11:15. They all drink coffee afterwards, about 1 AM.
The locks don’t work right in the 1926 bathroom and Dawn tries taking a shower with the handle attachment, in the claw-foot bath, gets walked in-on by one of the kids.
We drape our wet towels on top of one another’s, near the heating element. All the plumbing is exposed, “What You See Is What You Get” style.
Valerie and Renaud ask why we can’t get the Reblochon back in the states, and I say someone probably got sick because it’s not pasteurized. Because we don’t take personal responsibility for things, someone probably sued and now it’s forbidden.
She says we don’t get sick from these things, we are French: we are strong! We are strong, and we are also dirty.