At lunch the other saturday, Fabienne had prepared a local delicacy as nibbles with our "aperos" as they call aperitifs. Its acacia flowers, on the twig, dipped in sweet batter and deep fried. You eat it or suck it off the twig,discarding the latter. Bit sweet for me, but it set me off on a nostalgic trip down the lane.
I have always wanted to live in an Acacia Avenue (Road, Street or even Crescent would do!), a lust prompted by envy. When I was at junior school all the posh, rich kids used to live in Acacia Avenue and the only redress we scabby-kneed impoverished snot-gobblers had was to call it " Ack- Ack- Eye- Ah Avenue!