I am often asked:
What is it like living in France?
Today: When I woke up, I realized I had overslept and that Sacha had already left for school (6:45 a.m.). I made my bed and started a load of laundry.
-I went to the bathroom.
-While I was brushing my teeth, I remembered the paint bucket that fell off the ladder yesterday… and reminded myself I needed to go buy some more paint.
-Chelsea moved home from university, for the summer with a ton of boxes that need to be put away, in our house without a garage nearby.
-Later in the day I will take Annie to the grocery store, as her housekeeper is on vacation. Then I will go to the post office.
-After much effort I have lost five pounds, and I wonder how long I can keep them off?
-I hope to go see the exhibit of Picasso, in Marseille, this weekend.
What is it like living in France?
It is like living anywhere in the Western world, except the scenery is different, the brocantes are packed with older things, the taxes are heavier, where going topless at the beach is not a big thing, where baguettes are a staple, where there is a larger section of yogurt and cheese at the grocery store, and it has a medical system that saved my life and that is kinder to the pocketbook.
My photos as seen in Art and Letter.
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