Cultural Differences

Hm... one of these Frenchies just had me over to his palatial apartment with a terrace and two gardens to give me his book. To sign it and make sure I had a coffee and had a nice tour of his tiled floor kitchen and rustic wooden office and pristine but classique bed room.

There I was la New Yorkaise, searching for traces of woman, hm, a lump of pillows in the double bed, but only one nightstand? A strange pair of white shoes (his?) and I thought I saw a scarf thrown over a railing. The fact that "we call ze cat Misha" and that "Our entrance is private" well, that was a big clue, not to mention our somewhat modest yet ambiguous yet smiley interaction.

I can only say, that in my future life, in whatever city this may be, my man will NOT be inviting foreign girls over to sit on the bed and look at his work.

Ca va pas.