November: My daughter returns from the Bahamas and Franco Vallobra has his Ferrari event in Houston.
Alain Baraton, the chief gardener at the Palace of Versailles, comes to Lafayette and is given a royal reception by Jim and Ginger Rogers, who have some top shelf gardens of their own. Baraton has an entourage that includes the cultural attaché from New Orleans and Axel Brucker of the Cannes Film Festival. Brucker says one of the biggest collaborations between America and France is the cinema industry. “We’re very close, our countries” he says. He also tells me I’m what’s known in France as a journaliste people whom the French fear because they publish all the gossip. His wife says he was not allowed to come alone. Maybe because our countries are so close.
There is croquembouche. Croquembouche is a tower of profiteroles, little balls of choux paste filled with chocolate and expresso. It is the Ferrari of pastries.
There was a petite presentation in the salon where Baraton was most gracious and afterwards sold books about his life and times at Versailles, the Ferrari of gardens.
Amid pomp and circumstance, the Confrerie du Vin de Suresnes meets on the 12th floor of Iberia Bank tower downtown to induct seven local citizens into the brotherhood, among them Matt Stuller, E.J. Savoie, and Jerry Prejean. The Confrerie promotes the vineyards of Suresnes, which are 2,000 years old and date from Roman times. Each new chevalier is knighted with a sword by Axel Brucker, who also happens to be Grand Maître of the Confrerie. His wife is there.
He’s not allowed to do that by himself either.