Another letter from Mim

Angel,

Today we went to a very yéyé resto for lunch.

It consisted of a fixed menu which started with 3 pea-sized grilled cheese balls levitating on froth (?). We had some difficulty locating the cheese balls on the plate.

Next entrée (there were three altogether), consisted of four pink marinated radish slices cut so thin they seemed
to be a mirage, and a drop of foie gras on a single cooked leaf that looked suspiciously like spinach. In fact it was a very rare plant. Every dish was preceded by a detailed explanation from a goateed young man from Tashkent or Mongolia (really) and on every dish, a minute leaf - grown in Mr. Yokoshimuto's very own garden (the French chef).

Then, a variety of dishes flavoured with M. Yokoshimuto's extremely rare green leaves. Of course, you couldn't miss the very large plates; it was finding the food I had trouble with.

It really was divine.

Nearby, in a taxidermist's shop, an ostrich egg I have grown very fond of. For a very large omlette.

Heapfuls of love, Mim

Photos and bongos

I sent my mother a photo from my iPhone, since my father took my digital camera with him on their trip. Here's her response:

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Amazing! Your iPhone - an absolutely clear photo. Thought it would be more fuzzy. Am keeping it to show you.

We are temporarily (I hope) deafened by a band from the Islands (don't ask which) - because it is "Le Jour de la Musique". A day set aside for the Most Atrocious Music ever produced. The noise is in the street about a block away but our windows vibrate from the decibels of the bongo drums.

It is still quite chilly and today the fog & wet stuff from the heavens was an all-day affair so I envy your delicious day in the garden. What a great idea you sending it ! Great fun. Will send a more coherent e-mail tomorrow, the Day Without bongo drums.

Huge hug from Mim