2003 Year in Review Letter
Kari and I spotted our friend The Front Desk Guy among the onlookers, so we visited him the next day: we needed the inside scoop on who the bride and groom were, etc. He didn't have much dirt on the couple, but he was eager to share that Madame Taittinger, matriarch of the champagne clan, was also staying at our hotel (he had chauffered her to the wedding). The best part: he had brought her bags to her room earlier in the day and she had opened the door in the nude. Now don't go spreading that around, because the last thing I need is the Taittinger family mad at me. Again.
The Front Desk Guy then produced an article on the event from the Bordeaux paper, and if you squint your eyes and look slightly above the bride's perfect right ear, you can see Kari and me standing (arms crossed, head cocked) in obvious "what's she got that I don't got" stances. The article stated that no less than the Prince of Belgium, the Prince of Luxembourg, the Prince of Lichtenstein, and the L'infante of Spain were among the guests (I don't even know what a l'infante is, but I was still impressed.) I can't believe that I finally met (to use the term loosely) half the male royalty of Europe and I was wearing sensible walking sandals. And no hat.
But it was still a pretty decent day.
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