We were Mortified at the department of motor vehicles today.
You failed the written test, please try again
We got so confused by having a Picture taken (as you’ve probably noticed, we are Terribly photo shy) and the different windows and the clicking numbers and the Forms and everyone was So.Nice because we had gone on the interweb to make an appointment First (actually there was a long line/queue of people who didn’t look so friendly because they had Not gone online to make an appointment and nor did they seem to be Carrying a Book like we were, ready for a long wait.)
We were WHISKED through and suddenly given a Written Test which had So many Questions that we had Not thought about (situations involving questions regarding carpool lanes and whether people in convertibles can use them if they have an adult and two children but Not – trick question if there’s a carpool Driver with no passengers Or an adult, a small person and the family Pet – clearly confusing to an English person as we consider animals most definitely fully fledged family members if not actually Human).
So – ahem – there were a few we got wrong and we had to Take the Test again (we have Never had to do this – even with A Level Latin).
But now the owner of a California driving license (they renewed our original one from when we lived here before but sadly needed a new picture.)
Luckily there was a bookshop en route to our next appointment so we could realign our chakras again and had the lovely experience of seeing the owner go a little Pink when neighbor popped in to give him a pie to say thank you for something.
Of course it was an Angeleno pie so the neighbor made sure to tell him that it was gluten and sugar free.
The owner appeared to be from the Continent – most probably from France – so looked a little bemused at the Tarte tatin sans tout.
We found a Treasure.
M. Cendrars and his visit to Hollywood for Paris-Soir in 1936.
A splendid translation.
Rest of the Day?
Some special advisory work.
A lot of driving.
Buying roses for the vases we inherited from lovely Alexia’s aunt.
A most excellent chandelier was spotted.
And we spotted a Landmark while heading West – this bank with the oddest mural at 26th and wilshire was once the site of an apartment building…….where Frances Marion lived.
Frances was the sine qua non of screenwriters of her day – along with our other gem lady scribe extraordinaire Ms. Loos.
Who would probably have appreciated all the twinkle lights strung between apartment buildings in los angeles today.
It certainly took the Sting out of the embarrassment at the department of motor vehicles earlier in the Day, darlings.
Did you have a seriously delicious Thursday dear?
Any twinkle lights in your ‘hood?