Left reserving a hotel in a very busy Geneva until the last minute - a bit embarrasing as I'd been booked to speak for months. As a result found the last room available - a dreary , dark closet directly above the kitchens with an unappealing view of the staff car park and trash cans. The ambiance furthered enhanced by the neighbouring hotels use of its bottle crusher at four in the morning. Being Switzerland the price of this bijoux gem was still more than the price of a suite at the St.Regis on Madison Avenue. The view from the restaurant at the front across the lake almost made up for the lack of sleep. Guess what the very first course at lunch was ? Mushroom spume in a cup. Strange looks from the serious folk around the table as I whipped out the phone to take a photo. Spume is slowly completing its journey from the seashore to a restaurant near you. You have been warned. Other sightings with photos please.
Concert time is now exactly one week away and coordination between the various village factions is lagging - if indeed it ever existed. 'The font' was surprised to learn that the mayors wife ( you may remember she has the responsibility of taking the reservations ) has decided to consign this task to memory rather than paper. Let's hope her recall is good. To try and avoid a looming disaster the flower people and the beautiful highways contingent will be gathering chez nous this evening to remind themselves of who agreed to do what . If the weather is good we'll all sit out under the oak trees with a glass or two, or three, of mood enhancing champagne.