a class photo signed by all the children. We were overwhelmed.
There is an Ithaca-like, granola consciousness in Lausanne, layered with the formal traditions of Swiss French culture in manners and cuisine; the picnic offered garlic eggplant slices, hummus, but also pastry covered pate, cured meats, and champagne.
Michael's best friend, Joaz, who instinctively seemed to "know exactly how to eat an Oreo" (our contribution), giving-up too quickly when the cookie outsides wouldn't unhinge.
Madame Curiel was showered with gifts and wished us well, hoping we'd find a way to work on Michael's French. There happens to be a Swiss expat family near us in LA, whose French-speaking daughter, Celeste, was a good friend from preschool.
Joaz was the one who could balance an apple on his head at Michael's birthday party. An attempt at a group shot below.
Pierre really liked playing with Jack, always adjusting his sunglasses, playing hide-and-seek after school, etc.
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