Friday night we all went over to Mme Scott's for dinner. The Vanderbilt professor's apartment is really nice and has a great view of Mt. Saint-Victoire (Cézanne's favorite mountain to paint. I plan to hike it sometime soon hopefully). I meant to take a picture of the view from the porch but forgot. Here's Mme Scott explaining to us that it's considered impolite to chop off the nose of a wedge of cheese or to smear cheese on your bread. I have definitely been smearing softer cheeses.... Also, she said that one shouldn't take seconds but begged us not to obey that rule on Friday because there would be too many leftovers for them to handle. There was also pesto bowtie pasta, chicken, green beans, and cake and cookies for dessert. I'll take a better picture of Mme Scott eventually so you guys can see her purple highlights. They have gotten brighter and more plentiful each semester I've known her. She had to point them out to us fall my freshman year, and now they can be seen from quite a distance, except not in this really bad picture.
Some of the girls--left to right--Savannah, Claire (who was moving, I guess), Helen, Dani, Whitney, Whitney's visiting friend whose name I can't remember, and Elyse. We stuck around for several hours and had a really good time. Mme Scott's granddaughter, Destiny, was there, running around on a sugar-high after dessert, screaming "CHOCOLATE!" but in an endearing, non-obnoxious way, if that's possible to imagine.
Friday night we all went over to Mme Scott's for dinner. The Vanderbilt professor's apartment is really nice and has a great view of Mt. Saint-Victoire (Cézanne's favorite mountain to paint. I plan to hike it sometime soon hopefully). I meant to take a picture of the view from the porch but forgot. Here's Mme Scott explaining to us that it's considered impolite to chop off the nose of a wedge of cheese or to smear cheese on your bread. I have definitely been smearing softer cheeses.... Also, she said that one shouldn't take seconds but begged us not to obey that rule on Friday because there would be too many leftovers for them to handle. There was also pesto bowtie pasta, chicken, green beans, and cake and cookies for dessert. I'll take a better picture of Mme Scott eventually so you guys can see her purple highlights. They have gotten brighter and more plentiful each semester I've known her. She had to point them out to us fall my freshman year, and now they can be seen from quite a distance, except not in this really bad picture.
Some of the girls--left to right--Savannah, Claire (who was moving, I guess), Helen, Dani, Whitney, Whitney's visiting friend whose name I can't remember, and Elyse. We stuck around for several hours and had a really good time. Mme Scott's granddaughter, Destiny, was there, running around on a sugar-high after dessert, screaming "CHOCOLATE!" but in an endearing, non-obnoxious way, if that's possible to imagine.
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