Chicken A La King Page Thirteen

The drive from Paris to St Tropez was breathtakingly beautiful. They drove through Normandy and saw old castles and chateaux. As they drove into St Tropez Mediterrean style villas dotted the hilly lanscape. The sea was a bright blue and the mega yachts were lined up in the harbour for the summer season.
They pulled into the villa owned by Madame Natasha. It was a quaint two story mansion with ivy covering most of the stuccoed walls. Cynthia and Mindy got out of the car, stretching.
“What a charming place.”
“Looks lovely.”
“Lets unpack and hit the town. ” said Mindy
“Aldo, the bags please.”
The front foyer had a marble table in it and the floors were limestone with inlaid wood in them. French country antiques were scattered throughout and the decor was warm and inviting with white and blue fabrics on the furniture.
Both women had their own rooms and Mindy put her suitcase on her bed. She hung up her dresses and folded her T-shirts in a large carved armoire. Her bed was a lovely four poster bed with a quaint white spread on it.
Cynthia poked her head in.
‘Ready?”
“Yes, I’ll be down in two minutes”.
The evenings in St Tropez were filled with people walking past the yachts lined up in the harbour. Shops and restaurants were open and people browsed and ate until the wee hours of the morning. Cynthia and Mindy walked, looking at all the attractive couples dressed in the latest Italian fashions. A mime painted in silver did some pantomimes for an audience to some techno music.
“Want an ice cream?”
“Yes!”
The ice ream parlour was small and crowded. The young girl behind the counter gave them generous scoops and they continued walking in the plaza.
“Look, there’s a market.”
They wandered over to a small outdoor market with local vedors set up. There were fresh fruits, vegetables, fresh fish and handicrafts on display.
“We’ll come back and shop tommorrow”.
“Yes, we will.”
“Should we be getting back soon?”
“Yes, I’m tired.”
They got back to the villa and turned the lights on. It was a peaceful, quiet place. Mindy decided to call Sam and tell him all the news.
“Honey? Its me....” She said quietly on the phone.
“Mindy!”
“I’m having a fabulous time darling, Paris was wonderful and we’re in St Tropez now. Tommorrow we are going to the beach”.
“Enjoy darling.”
“Do you miss me?”
“Of course.”
“Good, I miss you too”.
Sam didn’t tell her about the chicken incident in the papers, no need to get her upset.
“Keep your clothes on at the beach....” He warned her sternly.
“Oh Sam! Don’t be silly!!”
“Bye dear”.
“Bye.”
Of course she was going to keep her clothes on at the beach! What a ridiculous thing to say!