M asillon was James' school for a year. It was located in the heart of town. He rode the train from his home to school.
We were brought to the Michelin headquarters. A Michelin grandson (indeed his last name was Michelin) was James' classmate in school. Any coupon for a free tire no?
We were hosted by a French family during our stay at Clermont Ferrand. Again, we had an exchange of cultural niceties in food, in art, in work practise and of course in language (read: we hardly understand the conversation).
As always, the food was terrific - so was the wine. The potatoes were creamy and the creme brulee was perfect. But, I was starting to miss my serving of rice. Couscous was the European counterpart of rice. That has not been served to us so far. James informed me that it was not a popular part of the meal. Just my luck.
Biglang bigla, parang mas masarap kumain ng sinangag at tuyo kasama ng sawsawan ng sukang pinakurat. The ambiance was different yet the taste buds remain the same. The song remains the same - sabi ni Led Zeppelin.
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