Life at № 42
I’m politically exhausted. This weekend I don’t want to hear about Trump, Theresa May, Spain’s lack of government- or François Hollande (France’s version of lack of government.) So let’s talk about more pleasant things.
I haven’t gotten it yet, but I hear Canek Sanchez Guevara’s (yes, Che’s grandson) book is excellent. It’s available in Spanish, English & French and is called 33 Revolutions. Also on my list is Raphaël Glucksmann’s new book, Notre France- only available in French. His wonderful answer to extremist right wingers’ mantra that the real French descend from the Gauls is: Every single one of us descends from a chicken thief. And finally Jeremy Paxman’s autobiography is out. There’s an article about it today in The Guardian.
In other good news I found a very early 18th century English oak chest… locally (in Castres). I could hardly believe it. They had no idea of its value and sold it to us for just €50.
It’s got a replacement escutcheon and a replacement back-plate and handle (top row centre), otherwise it’s in decent condition.
I’m considering looking for a sort-of pair, something of the same period and also in oak, and then having them in the dining room. One on each side of a window.
I made paneer and was pleased with the results. Much easier than I had imagined. I think next I’m going to try mozzarella. And we tried Mazamet’s new Asian restaurant, My Lovely Sushi. The owners are charming. They’re from Cambodia. They’re also opening an Asian supermarket in a month or so, which is great. Nam-Pla is not something you find at the Leclerc.