I have been called for Jury Duty on Monday. I'm not sure who gave anyone the idea that I could be ever fit the definition of impartial. Ha! What a BiG joke.
They say that you need to bring material to occupy yourself while you wait. Well, I'm bringing ten books-- no, literally, ten books-- and a laptop and I'm still set on writing my 1800 words a day, even it is cooped up within the four walls of a municipal court building with 100 other captives reading over my shoulder.
So I'm leaving you with pictures I took this summer on a day we escaped Paris and took a train to Deauville and the adjacent city Trouville.
We arrived smack dab in the middle of the sunday market
And ahhh the smell of chicken roasting. I'm drooling just looking at the picture.
I wanted to buy all those cans. I didn't care about what was in them or about the taste. I wanted to wear them.
And then for desert: pains aux raisins
See ya'll after jury duty (i call it jury doo-doo)