Feeding The Waterfowl Makes the Water Foul!

Today we had the Marché in La Roche Bernard, and so Granny and I were shopping companions, happily galavanting down cobbled streets. Mrs. Granny Peppa bought the household a wallet and we then spent a happy half hour examining some of the finer garments in life... Or undergarments. They certainly make them very different from in the states.

It's been raining today but we still managed to have a nice walk around the countrified bits and a pique-nique. I gave a very stern lecture to my misbehaving about how feeding the waterfowl makes the water foul. Despite this, the soft hearted granny felt the need to fatten up a teenage duck. Lordy loo.

Excellent convo from last night (NO DOCUMENTARY SHOCKINGLY ENOUGH). We have just finished up dinner and are prepping for the dessert course.

Granny Peppa: I'm just going to go change, is that alright?
Grunkle: Yeah, will you go put on something sexy?
Granny: No... Yes... What?

Poor confused Peppa.

No more internets for the next week+half sadly.

I have to say, my favorite thing so far about France has been living with another generation. Too often, I see people my own age as falling into the ageist trap of thinking of old as incapable or rigid. The reverse often goes for the elder generation. Nothing has taught me more respect for my elders than engaging them in lively debate and how completely YOUNG they act. Yes we have completely opposite opinions on many political issues and can argue for hours. But I am constantly impressed by how willing they are to listen to me and my opinions, and as such it has taught me to be more open. Grandparents have been a huge blessing in my life, and I am eternally grateful for them and their jokes which would make a teenager blush.