tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514378008400567712.post8958286248056446699..comments2024-01-11T00:57:40.143+00:00Comments on HOUSE WITH NO NAME: Parking and coffee - the French wayEmma Lee-Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17941667739851280595noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514378008400567712.post-43562351628643794412012-02-14T16:59:54.861+00:002012-02-14T16:59:54.861+00:00Hi Cari-Jane. You know far more about France than ...Hi Cari-Jane. You know far more about France than me! In south eastern France, the bit I go to, no one seems to drink tea or coffee with milk at all. I'm not surprised you didn't drink the cup with curdling milk though!Emma Lee-Potterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17941667739851280595noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514378008400567712.post-37779191851816144952012-02-13T19:33:09.526+00:002012-02-13T19:33:09.526+00:00oh dear...I'm ordering café crème all over the...oh dear...I'm ordering café crème all over the place, no matter what the time of day! When I visited my neighbour the other day, we had coffee, I asked for milk...and was surprised to see it curdling and floating on the top. The milk had gone off....but my hostess was none the wiser as she handed me my coffee! I didn't finish it.Cari-Jane Hakeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01245686668135137986noreply@blogger.com