Monday, September 05, 2005

Les héroïnes de vin

Cassis, a fisherman's village on the coast of France. The festival of wine.

Two young women of the mischevious sort were spotted raising havoc on the edge of town. While many of the city's visiters were busy tasting refined wine and bread of the region, these young maidens wandered to the top of a cliff where there sits an ancient castle. The castle is private property. I repeat, proprieté privé, off limits to the public. Officials have reported, however, that the women found an unlocked gate, leading to a path that follows to the edge of the cliff. This narrow stretch of land is sandwiched between the walls of the castle and the city below. After attempting to open several locked castle doors, they descended the cliff in their skirts and flip flops, unaware of their approaching fate. The two arrived at the bottom and found themselves trapped between a donkey pen and yet another locked door. One citizen of Cassis, who had been sitting on his terrace with friends and family, explained to authorities that he heard laughter and sighs of exasperation over his wall. He looked over to see what was causing commotion.

Translation from the original French conversation that followed:
"What do you want?"
One woman (reported to have vibrant red hair and eyes wide with surprise): "Nothing. Nothing! We need a way to escape."
"You are alone?"
"Oh, no!" She pointed to her brown haired companion who had been wearily hanging behind her.
"You are imprisioned." At this point, the man's friends and family started with short outbursts of laughter. The son peeked his head over the wall.
The red-head smiled and started to lightly chuckle, apparently trying to keep an air of innocence about her. "Please, Monsieur, do you know a way we could escape?"

The man helped the two women climb over the wall in their skirts and flip flops. He, then, showed them a passage, returning them to the festival of wine.

Officials have not be able to catch the young women who locals have named "Les Héroïnes de Vin." If you do see these two ladies of a mischevious sort, please contact authorities immediately.

(This, Becky, is a you-and-me sort of adventure if there ever was one.)


Blogger Warrior of Zion said...

What! You almost got imprisioned? You're crazy!
It was that voluptuous red hair that got you out of it Hot Momma! woohoo!

Are you serious?

10:43 AM  
Blogger Cormack McKinney said...

Yay that was fun :P
I miss you Eleanor.

7:38 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Lesson from Uncle Tom in rock climbing really paid off???? Stay away from the wine cellar from now on.

1:06 PM  
Blogger Idhrendur said...

Alert the authorities? Are you kidding? I'd join in...or at least egg them on.

10:12 PM  
Blogger Rae said...

..::aher heh::.. i dont even care if it happened, you wisked me away on a grand eventure... and that son... sounds hot :P ..::nudge nudge::..

I love you loverly... i got your letter, it was most wonderful! (youll never guess what i did tonight!)

1:14 AM  
Blogger Rae said...


eventure?... middle school flash back...

adventure :P

1:14 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh so delightful.

7:09 PM  
Blogger Jason Rasmussen said...

That was amazing! It's a good thing you know some French or else you would have said something like, "your knees look like eggs and I need a place to hide from your aunt." Headline news I bet. Onward to more grand adventures!

11:52 PM  

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