The latest of the Parsifal Palace parties occurred last weekend. Twas a French party and it was the greatest (only) French party I've ever attended. Smiles and stripes filled the living room as we did our best to sing the French National Anthem. All but one had an instrument or kitchen utensil in hand. I was the one, I had a camera. Beth went all out with a shovel and a spatula, which proved to be a winning combination. Utterly brilliant, it was.