Bloody French

Bloody French is a pretty good name for a restaurant, isn't it?

We had dinner Sunday night with Doug and Marge.  The food was French but the conversation ranged from travel destinations to diaper changing.  (We teased Doug that if he was baby sitting Andy or I back in the old days he probably said "Nana will be home in 4 hours, I'm sure you can wait that long…Just sit there and don't touch anything!")

 Doug and Marge were particularly taken with the French waitress, Allison.  She was adorable and spoke mostly French so it gave them a chance to practice their skills en francais. 

I was taken with the wine.

L'addition s'il vous plait?  This is Doug's bill paying face.

Doug and Marge still have at least one more week in London - maybe two if they can extend the time in their flat.  Then I think they head off to France.  So there will be more Doug and Marge on the blog again before they wrap up their European vacation.