Yesterday in French class we learned about different cheeses. France has 365 varieties–one for every day of the year. I bought 3 this morning and we made lunch of it, with Marie and Patricia. In the sun it was warm enough to eat outdoors on the terrace. Sorry. I know my New York friends are facing a snowstorm, but I couldn’t resist.

L’Époisses from Burgundy, St-Maure de Touraine, a chèvre and le rollot, whose rind is washed in beer.