Eunice and I visited the Hospices de Beaune this morning (or Hotel-Dieu de Beaune), which doesn't sound nearly as interesting as it is. It was established in 1443 by Nicolas Rolin, chancellor of Burgundy, as a hospital for the poor and needy. What surprised me was that it was still operating as a hospital into the 1950s. It was a fascinating museum. After we finished the tour, however, we got lost and had the devil of a time getting back to our apartment. Finally, we asked directions of a young Asian woman who took us within a block of our apartment. We have vowed to write directions as we go places from this time on.
We had already done our grocery shopping, so when we came back, I made some fried potatoes and an omelette. Eunice had picked up a bottle of win, so we had the fried potatoes, the omelette, the French bread, then second course, more French bread, a half peach each with cheese: bleu d"Avergne and Brie. Eunice, official plongeur, is now doing the dishes because I cooked the meal. That is our usual arrangement. I like to cook and Eunice doesn't mind washing dishes.
More to come---maybe.
We had already done our grocery shopping, so when we came back, I made some fried potatoes and an omelette. Eunice had picked up a bottle of win, so we had the fried potatoes, the omelette, the French bread, then second course, more French bread, a half peach each with cheese: bleu d"Avergne and Brie. Eunice, official plongeur, is now doing the dishes because I cooked the meal. That is our usual arrangement. I like to cook and Eunice doesn't mind washing dishes.
More to come---maybe.
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