We went to Reims, the capital of the Champagne region, on Saturday by high speed train from Paris. Bam! Out of the City! Our first stop was Taittinger. It was astounding to be in their cellars, so cool and far underground, that were made in the 4th century by Monks. The 4th Century - wrap your mind around that. While in awe at the amount of champagne bottles (3 million in that cellar alone) and the process, I was also a little bit nervous being down there. But then I drank a glass of champagne and magically, I didn't think about it again.
The big amber ring was given to me by my grandma. She picked it up in South America, and one day, while hunting in her jewelry drawer, I plopped it on my finger. I wore it around her house and when she saw it on my finger, she graciously gave it to me. Actually, she quickly grabbed my hand with her bright red nails, inspected it on my finger and said, "I got that in South America. It looks good on your long fingers, you can have it." She collected jewelry like a child collects jelly beans, all a little too bright and dispensable. Just the way I like it.