Un Jeu de Tarot in Kensington

Last night, I was invited to a dinner party in West Ken. I fell in love with the flat before I'd even reached the door. As I walked down the street, lined with tall Georgian terraces, I narrowly missed being knocked out by a cricket ball as two guys played casually in the road. The endless rain of this English 'summer' had ceased at last and the sun fell low on the buildings. The flat was stunning - top floor, huge windows looking over leafy gardens, high ceilings and furnished with excellent taste.


The food was better still - avocado, tomato and mozarella salad to start, followed by a delicious vegetable-laden pastry dish, then possibly the largest portion of crumble I've ever seen in my life before finally cheese, grapes and port. Conversation was easy although I did get the giggles when one of our hosts tried to introduce us to a French card game called 'jeu de tarot.' Needless to say, I didn't have a clue about the rules but threw myself into it anyway. It didn't not go well. I lost every time. 


I love evenings with good food, wine and company even if it did take me two hours to get home because I went in the wrong direction completely in order to chat with my friend for about 10 minutes longer. Excellent logic, n'est-ce pas? Here's to more to come! Cheers! Tchin!