Honest to god, sometimes the difference between my life in Canada and my life over here makes my head spin. It’s like living in a whole different country. I’ve never been a big Easter person. Sure, I was raised as a Catholic, so my experience of the holiest day of the year involved eating a few pounds of low quality chocolate that Jesus brought back from the dead or something like that. But after this French Easter, or as they say in these parts, Pâques, I’m a true believer.

We were invited to an annual event that has been taking place now for decades—the famous Easter party hosted by our friends Anne and Michel. He’s Swiss, she’s American and with us, the Canadians, as well as the French, Germans and the English who were attending, the plan was to solve the global financial crisis or slip into a food and wine induced coma by 2 p.m., whichever came first.

By the time we arrived the party was in full swing—kids running about, grown-ups sipping and cheek kissing and basking in the spring sun. I guess it was much the same as any other Easter party. As egg-spected (the wit, the wit I tell you), there were these …

And these …

And there was something else … hmm, what was it now? Let me think. Oh yeah, this …

There was a whole other table for wine and bread. Now I ask you, is this not a table fit to welcome the risen lord himself? I sat with a stunning French TV actress (red skinny jeans, black heels, Versace sunglasses), her equally stunning Himalayan climber/documentary film maker husband (premium denim, funky Euro Converse sneakers with no laces) and two other men that would knock the eyes right out of your head, one a bigwig at the Paris Opera, the other a bigwig in a small house in Semur (Eddie Bauer fleece, Gap jeans, flaming red hair that sparkled in the sun).

I tell you it was magic. We mixed and mingled, met fascinating people leading fascinating lives and were delighted that the crowd liked the pear apricot almond cake and banana bread we (Neil) baked. Holy day or not, god, Easter Bunny, resurrection, reincarnation, it doesn’t matter. Here’s what I believe: we are truly blessed.

Finders I’m off to Avignon for a few days so I’ll be back here next Wednesday with an interview with Finder Cat about her exciting new book! Behave yourselves…

 

 

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