Filet of fish

Yesterday, it rained and poured in Bordeaux, in the afternoon, and while I was bike riding with Delphine, on the most adorable bike with a basket, I had my first bad hair day....I know, I've gone this long without having one, survived the monsoons and humid weather in Asia, even when I was sick I dont think my hair was that bad...it was bound to happen, even with all the products I brought with me. it was bound to happen!
Anyways, we had dinner last night at the home of a French couple Cyrille and Delphine know and WOW, learned that the French are really not that different than us...that it's easier then you think to be French like I strive to be....(I hope Matt you read that last line, it's for you;)
Many French like cars and find it's just not practical to take public transport, there's not enough buses and trains and if you really want to go to good places, you need a car (these past couple of days I've just been in complete shock!). I said, "But you have the most adorable bikes to get around on!° and then they replied with a shrug and sigh, "If you want to go somewhere on the weekend and still have a breakfast in bed morning, you need a car."
It's true, but I dont expect to hear this!
And then for dinner we had a type of fish, similar to tuna and it was fileted!!!!! The shock again. This was my first filet of fish since San Francisco, everyone has always served fish with the head and bones because it enhances the flaver and it's fun to take out the bones (at least that's part of the reason i think they keep them in). Shock I tell you and then relief because delphine asked the French couple who in their opinion were the heros of the 2nd World War and the couple answered exactly like I had, America and England...with a little French resistance.
So we're really not that different.
xoxoxoxoxoxo