I spent today on a mountain. The weather was gorgeous, so David and I drove up the Semnoz (all the way to the top where there is still snow), and then came back down to have a picnic in the grass. We watched little children play soccer, dogs happily chase after sticks, and les parapentistes glide above us. C’était magnifique.

I was most amused by our choices of sandwiches. David made a typically French one on a baguette, while I stuck to my “American Sandwich” (it says that in English on the bag) sliced bread. I guess I still feel that baguettes are too high class and sophisticated to be treated as lowly sandwich bread.

Plus I learned a new word AND species of animal. Towards the bottom of the mountain, there was a small caged area full of daims. Looking up the French to English translation online only led to looking up the English definition of fallow deer. Apparently they don’t live in Michigan, and actually only in very small parts of the US, so I had never heard of them before.

J’ai passé une bonne journée.