I love seeing new places but when I get to France it’s like my whole body heaves a sigh of relief. It just feels right. We had a wonderful weekend between my days of interviews and I will write more later. But in the meantime, check out the magic that I saw when I got to town last Wednesday:
It was very cold and miraculously clear, but there was mist sitting in some of the side streets. Amazing, non?
You speak the language, of course it’s going to feel like home; nice home!
But still, I speak English better! Ah well. Maybe it’s the food and culture, both of which are more familiar in France…