Once Upon A Time In France: Naked Césars, Digital Doom, And Praying For Tourism

Dreaming of La Drôme

Those who knew us in our pre-French lives will recall that for many years we threw a rather swinging Oscar party. We wore tuxedoes and gowns, awarded chocolate Oscars to the person who correctly guessed the most winners, and served then-trendy cocktails like Cosmopolitans.

It was a tradition that began when we lived in North Carolina and then continued w…