Grande Adventures

Our next door neighbors, previously referred to as “oh, that of the heavenly panne chocolat” led to an adventure this evening. As the clock towers throughout campus struck 10 chimes, a loud bludgeoning and drilling emanated from the side of our rooms, directly below our floor. Although in previous evenings, we’d become accustomed to loud clambering up and down the multiple flights of stairs above our heads, this was noise of a new direction, which required logical and brave Morse-like inspection.

After crossing the house twice, in its windy and circuitous routing in search of the source, we headed out to our back garden only to realize that the din was emanating from High Street itself. So, we returned through the back door, crept carefully out our front and walked ten paces until reaching our next door neighbor’s open front door… only to see the cause of the din… a floor covered in saws, drills, and pieces of wood heralding the creation of a new table.

So, we greeted the owners. Congratulated them on their delicious panne raison and baklava. They were delighted to hear we especially enjoy their panne chocolat and, upon wishing us a good evening, advised we strike the floor upon returning to our rooms, to give them a thirty minute notice.

Sprinting back through our red door. We collapsed on our floor (also serving to signal our new friends that we had safely returned) and giggled at the mystery solved.

Tomorrow morning, I’ll enjoy that panne chocolat just a little bit more, knowing that the table upon which I consume my crumbs, was as freshly made as my breakfast itself.

in a land of red herrings and red velvet cake,

ej

Hightailing it down High St.