12 glorious days in France has wound up, filling my heart. I was born there, in a tiny village halfway up a mountain, looking across to the snow-covered Alps, so it’s always special to celebrate an actual birthday there. I’m a very lucky woman, I know.
I spent the entire time sucking the language and culture in through my pores. I literally feel a craving I can obviously quench no other way. So I just delight in all things French, especially the local markets and food.
Cue the slideshow (except I don’t know how to do it, so a nice even-paced scrolling is now up to you):
I wish I could upload the smells.
And cheese galore, incl that end one which was as big as my entire upper body:
Plus everywhere, the passionate, poetic tumble of language that makes my soul sing.
And feel truly at Home.