Today my friend took me for lunch to a “bistro” in a little hard-to find shopping center, and I felt I was in a different world.   It seemed a place for special people, but I’m not sure how they are special.  The two things I know is that the food was expensive with almost all the details in place (but now I have a stomach ache) and the shops (though local chaims) had things in the window I haven’t seen in this country.  Take, for example, La Prairie – a cream I would use if I could afford it.   

What a hick I am!

And what an escape it was, to discover another world in a place near my home I have visited often but never felt from the inside.