Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Mr. Envelope has a vacation home in Biarritz and others near Nice, favored by his wife, a ski place in the Alps and a get-away in the Turks & Caicos. He asked me to spend a few days with him in Biarritz, so last Wednesday I drove down to join him.

He was amused when I pulled in driving Buster and kept referring to me as "mon petit hippie." Wags was with me as Mr. E insisted that I bring him. The house has a water view with a beach across a small street and is very contemporary. It is not ostentatious and of a nice size.

He didn't have an agenda for my being there, we went out for dinner on Wednesday and Thursday, while Thursday afternoon we went up to Capbreton and he sat on the beach and watched me surf. At breakfast Friday, he asked what I wanted to do, shop, I told him. I had peeked in his closet and well he needed some new clothes, this amused him and off we went. We found a nice men's shop and they were glad to assist in dressing Mr E.

We lunched on the terrace at Chez Alberts, a nice, but stuffy established gentry type of place. After lunch it was my turn to shop. And it was quite a haul if I do say so myself. Emile made a good pack horse.

Saturday evening I cooked him dinner and that pleased him. After we sat on his deck drinking wine as the light fade over the water. He was getting a little drunk and a bit maudlin. He asked if I was only with him for the money and I told him that if I didn't enjoy his company, I wouldn't stay with him just for the money. Then I reminded him that he has been very clear that he wouldn't divorce his wife, so what future would I have? "You knew that a mistress was expensive when you sought me out." He nodded.

With that it was time to change the subject, and I excused myself for a moment to fetch something that I had brought for him. When I returned I stood in the doorway leading to the deck in a frame bra and ouvert with numerous leather straps. His interest was piqued and he forgot about the expense of his mistress.


Monday, July 07, 2014

It was a fun and interesting weekend, one of secrets revealed and promises made. When they arrived dinner was ready and the 3 chowed down as if they hadn't a home cooked meal in weeks. After the girls wandered out to find kids that they met other summers and had kept in touch with, Kenny and I took a pair of folding chairs and the rest of the wine and walked to the wharf and watched the sun set across the bay.

On Saturday, Kenny wanted to go deep sea fishing and Abbie chose to accompany him. He figured something was up, but wasn't going to question the chance to spend time with his daughter. They were up and gone early with the lunch that I packed them. After they left, Mandy came down and I proceeded to make breakfast for us.

As I melted butter in the skillet for the omelet we talked, or mostly she did and I'd ask the occasional question. The word slipped out as she talked about a friend, a nice young man that I'd met the previous summer. "I went to the Louvre with my lover..." I was about to crack and egg and I broke it in my hand. I let it pass for a moment and finished making the omelet. As we ate, I asked her if by referring to her friend as her lover, if she had been intimate with him? She looked away from me, her face a beet red and nodded. My head wanted to explode.

We talked, she had been plotting her deflowering for a while and had chosen this boy, unbeknownst to him as her first. I asked her if she enjoyed it and she said she was scared and it hurt more that she expected, but yes...

I asked if she had spoken with her mother, no was her reply. I explained that I felt she had put me in a bad spot as her mother expected me to watch out for her daughters and that I felt an obligation to do so. She pondered this for a while and promised that she would speak with her.


Friday, July 04, 2014

I'm back and staying at the village house. The trip was wonderful and without incident. On my way here, I spent a couple of days with Dad and Juliette at the farm. They've morphed into a cute, elderly couple.

This afternoon I'm awaiting the arrival of the twins, accompanied by their father. Mandy knew she wanted to be in Paris for the summer and to work with my photographer friend and Abbie felt her sister was having absolutely too much fun in Paris and wanted some of the action. A volunteer job at a hospital was arranged for her. Ken has been feeling better and felt up to teaching a seminar here this summer, as that is something that he has long enjoyed. Plus he can keep an eye on his daughters, though I doubt he'll keep up with them.

Matt's Little League season has kept Catherine home till August, and young Grace, being her mother's child, stayed with them.


Saturday, June 21, 2014

Its odd, you watch the sun fall in the sky, anticipating a sun set. Then it hangs there, seeming not to move and then ascends.

The weather at Nordkapp is volatile, calm and clear, then an hour later rainy with wind with daily temperatures ranging from 5-10 C. Its beautiful, today we hiked to Knivskjellodden, which is the most northern point in Europe, in the rain. We're exhausted and slowly warming in Buster's cozy cabin and a bowl of stew.

I'd like to return in the winter and experience the noon darkness and the northern lights.


Monday, June 09, 2014

Monte-Carlo is an amazingly egalitarian place, everyone is either rich, attractive or both. Since the middle and working classes can't afford to live there, but are needed to work there and run the place, these groups skew attractive. After all, it is all about providing an appealing milieu for the 0.001%.

Not that there are not homely people to be found in Monte-Carlo, there are and they are found among the rich. Take the gentleman at the table next to us, if people resemble there dogs, then he must own and obese English bull dog. He and his companion, a beautiful blond about my age, whose hand carried a sparkly-sparkly that should come with guard service.

They disembarked from a chauffeur driven Phantom, in front of us at the entrance to the Hermitage Yes that was me driving the Bentley CV. So yes ugly is made attractive by wealth.

In the morning I'm off to Nord Capp and will be back in early July.


Saturday, June 07, 2014

Monte-Carlo. Four men, long time friends, 5 days and 4 nights of golf and gambling. Each brings a woman that he shares with his friends. They have been doing this for years and can't imagine June without this bachanal.


Friday, June 06, 2014

From across the room, I motioned with my eyes and a nod to follow. He did, at a discrete distance. I'd gone up the stairs and found a bedroom. Laying across the bed I waited for him to pass. "In here." He turned and stood in the doorway. "Come in and close the door, I said pulling on the hem of my dress. "My wife." "She won't miss you. She's being entertained by Romy." He stood there for a moment and then stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.