We met up with friends in the early evening at À la hache, our favourite tavern of all (in Strasbourg). When we left, we walked past the merry-go-round in Place Gutenberg; which turned into a stop; which turned into merrily-going-around twice with Tomi...
...until Leo warmed up to the idea, and they both hopped into one of the cars; at which point the man in charge began giving us two-fers... When they got into "their car" and started readying for their imminent departure, they realised that their Dally wasn't there, and began howling for him to join them, & so... He did! 
We had a quiet evening at home - something that had been becoming a rarity of late. Watched Predator on our new DVD player. Eek! Anyway... It wasn't until the credits came up at the end that I realised why it was that I recognised the soldier in the cap from the Outback... Jesse Ventura, of course.
August 13 > Jean-Philippe took over the kitchen in order to prepare for his parents' coming for lunch, and came up with a fabulous spread:
Starter = Melon & Lime Zest Soup and a glass of Alsatian Muscat
Main Dish = Pork Filet Mignon with Spiced Lemon Sauce, a Parmesan Zucchini Gratin and a Bordeaux red
Cheese = Peppered Chèvre & Comté (still with the Bordeaux)
& Dessert = Peach Blackberry Crumble
& of course, there was coffee...
After the eating & drinking of which (& still on the Australian theme - see above, last night's film), we went on a Walkabout to the park and then sat on one of the many quay-side terraces to catch a bit of yesterday's rare sunshine and drink yet another espresso.
Here's Leo, later, with the last of their Dad's crumble (he's on his thirds, by the by). He'd just been pyjama'd in his favourites, the "ROWR! jamma(s)." This newest obsession with dinosaaurs has actually turned out to be quite a relief, as getting into the "ROWR! jamma" makes bedtime a special moment. Then again, it can make the morning's donning of daytime clothes something of a pain... And when he woke up from his nap this afternoon, he was very disoriented, because he didn't have them on - and I'd been calling them his "bedclothes." They are now called "night-time-bedclothes," and all seems well again...
& here's the scene from our livingroom windows at 9:14 last night: 
Many's the evening that gives us a spectacular view from these windows and those in the boys' room. p.s. We don't need curtains, since our only neighbour with a view to our interior is God, and it is a widespread supposition that (were he to exist) he's got X-ray vision, anyway. Also, the ever-illuminated spotlight means that when you get up in the middle of the night for cookies and milk, you don't need to turn on the lights and alert the others to your actions... ho! ho!
