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To: Neocon who wrote (132099)	5/7/2004 4:39:47 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 281500

The only cheese I can remember eating during Paris trips is the stuff on Croques-Monsieurs or on the French bread that we would pick up for lunches because it was cheap and the boys would eat it. It was pretty mild. It was a canal barge trip and it was one of the most relaxing vacations I've ever had. You can get out at one lock, walk along the canal and get picked up at the next lock. We stopped at small villages and played boules in the little squares and visited wineries all along the way. We had a chef, Fabrice, who was just wonderful (except for that sausage). Burgundy is beautiful country- we did a hot air balloon ride at sunset that was breathtaking but sadly my batteries died in the camera and all I have is one picture of a cloud. If you ever have a chance to take one, you would love it all-- the relaxed pace, the castles and history, the wine and the food! Skip the sausage.

To: Neocon who wrote (132099)	5/7/2004 5:21:41 PM
From: Ilaine	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 281500

Sutton Place Gourmet gets some of the raw cheeses and lets them ripen "properly". I had read something in a newspaper about French cheese and was looking at the display, waffling on whether to buy or not, and a lovely young woman who looked like a younger version of Teresa Kerry, very worldly, a customer, not staff, selected a few of her favorites for me, raving about them. When I got them home, I opened them up, and they went straight into the dog's dish. They smelled like my brother's feet after he road across country on his motorcycle, wearing leather boots and the same socks for days. The dog will eat anything.