First time making pasta

First time eating scallops

Once the two Musset children left and dinner had been cleaned up, Madame Musset and I went for an evening walk because nous avons mangé bien aujourd’hui. During our walk, I enjoyed our simple conversations but even more the long silences between. Only empty silence is awkward. The scattered lampposts stifled everything in sheets of sepia and the monotonous houses clung together so haughtily that Pascale and I were often obliged to walk in the narrow empty street. I wore the white mittens that my youngest brother gave to me last year for Christmas and a blue hat that I bought cheaply from a store on Saint-Germain but neither of these were necessary in the uncharacteristically warm night air. However, I liked them because they reinforced the musings and memories rolling lazily through my 21 year old brain.

Ça va toujours? Pascale asked me again.

Oui, ça va.

We went to a lovely textile museum during our afternoon in Angers