LIZ SAYS: I decided to have a healthy, non-strike ridden birthday to make up for the real one. Well, that is what I decided. Adrian was going to bake me a chocolate cake. As plans developed it became a wonderful weekend with 2 strikes and no chocolate cake, and I didn’t miss the cake. First we went to my fave frog’s legs restaurant, yum. They don’t exactly taste like chicken, its something closer to a firm white fish with a texture similar to moist chicken absolutely inundated with garlic. Add a pink wine and a caesar salad and heaven opens up in your mouth. Adrian couldn’t get to the cake. He was too busy planning a great fun weekend. After the yumminess, we dressed in our home made costumes as Rahan’s. Rahan is a caveman comic. It was necessary that we be blonde. I bought a fake fur blanket and we had enough fur for both of us. We found cheap blond wigs. Dick had a sword, I had my uggs, a leotard and my fur top and skirt. I topped it off with a viking hat that would not stay on for love or money! We were a great hit at the party. Half the people came as boring old frenchmen and women, the other half were like up, dressed to the caveman nines. We grunted at each other occasionally and it was all great fun. As we walked by to Adrian’s care, we got thumbs up and compliments from almost every person that saw us. One guy even came up to Dick and I and hugged us, calling us “Mama and Papa”. The next day Adrian drove us to Chateau Vaux le Vicomte for the candlelit opening with fireworks. We all met at in the Bastille where 2 simultaneous strike demonstrations were going on. It took forever for us all to get together because of the strikers, then once in the car, we had to maneuver through the two strikes by driving 2 blocks this way 8 blocks that way and on and on until we caught the end or beginning of the processions. It was almost exciting although Adrian was very frustrated. A friend of Adrian’s came along, Celeste is a very sophisticated beauty who elevated our company considerably. The Chateau is needless to say fabulous, after all, you don’t get to be a chateau by being ordinary. This particular grand manse was owned by a financial minister that made the king jealous. The jealousy inspired the creation of Versailles! The minister was accused of dipping into the treasury and spent some of his 20 years in jail, in the cell next to ‘the man in the iron mask’. We walked the gardens, house, and then we were to have dinner on the grounds and watch the fireworks show. Dinner service turned out to be so bad that we never got to eat, but we had a great seat for the fireworks. After the fireworks, we drove back to Paris, ran up to the apartment and had the best scrambled eggs in the world.
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