Outside it may be grey and rainy, but inside theres crepes with cheese, ham, mushrooms and Beschamel, red wine, and a fire.
A perfect afternoon to be a part of the family de Bernieres. Its the grand-daughters 17 birthday and half the family are gathered (when theres 7 kids with kids, gathering the whole family is an occasion undertaken only for the repelling of invasion) to sip champagne and eat cake-art from Bayeaux.
... Cafe skills come in handy in the remembering of names...
theres Dominique, Julie, Louis, Hugos, Clement, Isabelle, Markouf, Justine, Julienne, Capuccine, Marine, Benoit... me, and the other antipodean interloper.
Some things are unique... the closeness of family, the genuine unforced happiness and warmth at a shared moment, the unfettered enjoyment of the simplest food and drink.
Some things are universal, 17 is a shit age, and your 17th with family a frustratingly awkward exercise in social purgatory... and of course every family event must include a 2 year old, with a non-functioning volume control and incomprehensible speech.
Ending the day quiet by the fire after the best fucking pumpkin soup to pass human lips, with crusty bread and a bottle of red.
that is all.
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