Life at № 42 by E.M. Coutinho
Someone on the television mentioned Armagnac. I’d like some, but I have none in the house.
We’re invited to lunch this Saturday. Somewhere in the mountains. There was a certain emphasis on the simplicity of the restaurant. I have the impression that was code implying I’m generally overdressed. I think I’ll wear the cream linen jacket I wore for the opening of Gigi’s last year. Linen is simple.