As we drove the back roads our internal clock slowed to a pace where reflection has time to gaze, breath and simply be still. It wasn't our first time driving across France, but it was the first time we…

  Over 2500km. Rain, shine, back road, detour, brocante signs, cows, pastries, cafes, castles, pit stops, mustard fields… Yann drove it all. I slept alittle. Really just a little. But if I drove, well that little would be too much.

Yann's mother was with us on the last leg of the trip. As we had no plan other than to arrive in Marseille sooner or later, we asked her if there was anywhere she wanted to visit between Rennes and…

  This French farm.       Baa baa black sheep without any wool.       Bonjour brown cow.       Mon Dieu, talk about piggy!        The farmer in the dell is where I planted…

Direction France. Wherever you go in France it is all good. Paradise found.