Before my first cup of coffee Francoise sat down and asked
me what I thought about Aigues-Mortes.
Now I'm not exactly a morning person. Even in English the
chances of you getting an intelligent answer before several double latte's
is questionable. Ask me a question in French during my first cup of Joe
and you're in for trouble even though you might not know it.
Sitting there under the shade of tree with my cup of coffee,
I thought for awhile about her question and to my ear I understood one
thing, Mortes = death.
Well OK, that's a heady question for your 1st cup of coffee,
but what the hell I thought. Let's think it over, I said to myself.
All of a sudden the answer was crystal clear. Death
is a part of life.
Francoise being the person that she is, nodded her head, yammered something
in French that I didn't quite understand and strutted into the kitchen
as though she's just found a new relative with deep, philosophic insights