March 8, 2010 – 6:32 pm | by admin

I drink champagne when I’m happy and when I’m sad. Sometimes I drink it when I’m alone. When I have company I consider it obligatory. I trifle with it if I’m not hungry and drink it when I am. Otherwise I never touch it – unless I’m thirsty. ~ Madame Lilly Bollinger CHAMPAGNE MEMORIES – PART #2 AN ITALIAN STORY « Oh mon cheri, / non vedo l’ora di tornare a Paris, / e camminare sotto braccio con te…. e si augurano di poterci tornare per pranzare, come recita il titolo, con pollo e champagne. » « Oh, my darling, I can’t wait to return to Paris, / and to stroll with you arm in arm… and to wish that we could return and dine on, as the title says, on chicken and champagne. » – from Pollo e Champagne Saturday morning. Lying in bed trying to read as husband, buried under rumpled sheets and a pile of blankets, head nestled, half concealed, in a mountain of pillows, mirth sparkling in his eyes, starts his usual chain-of-thought silly prattling, on and on, mixing archeology, anthropology, history, old has-been French singers, ridiculous American film stars, Boston Terriers and pretty …
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