Cedric and Sherlock - a Balance

"Champagne?" my husband asked. A celebration was in order.

We always have a bottle in the frigo (fridge) just in case there's an emergency celebration or surprise guests come by, but we only wanted a glass each and throwing away champagne because it's gone flat hurts our little frugal hearts.

"Cedric's?" 

"Why not?"

 

Cedric's was the bar down the street. He doesn't have champagne from Champagne and I can never pronounce his alternative, but it tastes good and bubbles. 

 

There are many good alternatives, I've learned since I moved to Europe 36 years ago starting with Mauler & Cie from the tiny village of Môtiers Switzerland where I lived in the company apartment. They operated out of an old monastery. It was my job to make sure the company frigo was stocked with bottles so we could celebrate each sale made by the staff.

It was late afternoon, but the wind had died down. Parents were walking by with their kids having picked them up at the end of the school day. The pupils in the elementary school weren't among the student strikes all over France.

We found a table opposite the 14th century church. The sky was a blue as in the photo above.

 

Our dog Sherlock, loves Cedric, probably because he always has treats for him. Cedric spied the treat bag on the table and pretended to put his mouth in it.

Sherlock's eyes followed every movement transfixed, but Cedric "shared" quickly.  Then Cederic went inside and returned with bits of cheese which he fed to Sherlock slowly. He even held pieces in his mouth for Sherlock to remove directly. 

"Don't let Sherlock bite Cederic," I thought, but Sherlock removed each mouthful gently until they were all gone.

It's easy to understand why Sherlock loves Cedric.

Village life -- a contrast to the world outside with riots and wars, crooked governments, cruelty and insane presidents - a balance with kind people and pretty flowers.