Many French take their holidays on the Côte d’Azur, South of France. Millions of them, in fact, leaving towns all together. A sea of cars on the highway. A sea of towels on the beach. The real sea can’t be seen. Glasses of Coke cost a week salary. Too many people to like them all. Suri Cate prefers the Atlantic coast. The Landes. South West. Huge beaches, big tides, great waves, Nice prices, nice people. Polite people. A kind of paradise.
Suri loves old cars. They’re often rare, slow, charming, noisy, smelly and generally do what they want. In the 1973 MGB GT, Suri managed to get flashed by a speed camera… at 0 Km/h.
Suri Cate is in love with London : three stays in 18 months. When she’s back from her USA Tour, a fourth stay in London may be planned. In April 2010, she attended the Ennio Morricone concert at the Royal Albert Hall. Great evening. Standing ovations. The maestro didn’t say a single word during the 2 hours concert, and barely smiled.
Suri Cate knows a lot of great Public Houses. A lot of great beers. She enjoys the Lamb and Flag (Rose Street), The Sherlock Holmes (Northumberland), The Swan (Bayswater)… She stays at the Strand Palace Hotel whenever it’s possible, lunches at the Pont de la Tour restaurant (Butlers Wharf Building), and enjoys an early morning walk in Kensington Gardens, among the crows. One day, she will retire there.
Or not.
Suri Cate is a 5cm plastic suricate that travels in her friends pocket, while they’re visiting the world : London, Osaka, Paris, Hong Kong, Riyadh and, er… Lyon (France), where it lives, usually in the right pocket of a 42 year old childish Communication manager with whom it shares an intense passion for beer, old british cars that refuse to start on rainy mornings and London. It also shares with him a nice motto : “the best revenge is living well” (J. Seinfeld) which avoid them to be hurt by other people.
Today, Suri Cate travels through Saudi Arabia in the pocket of Bob, one of its best friends. Next, it will visit the USA.
