Today is Ascénsion, a church holiday in oh-so-secular-France. Earlier this morning I attended Service at Église Val de Marne, actually a military chuch, but also open to the neighborhood. After Roomie and me were getting home, our Conciérge asked, if we were taking part in the houses Bbq., sort of an annual get together of the peepz in our house to party, eat and talk. It´s always fun, there is a couple w/3 kids, a playwriter, who claims to have known Rimbaud*lol*, a woman, who works at Renault(40ish) and the two of us. After like the 3rd year they finally got the drift that we are not a queer couple, but roomies. I always bring my Baharat(arab mixed spices) and roomie his HP-sauce. It costs like 8 euro pp. for the meat, since I like lamb a lot, and beef,pork not so much. I guess, that raises my Cuenta. ...Speaking of Rimbaud- who in our blogosphere understands french? I want to know, cuz I want to post poems of this great french poet at times. Or do you all need Gaga-translator?