Easing Toward La Vie Francaise
In only three weeks I’ll be able to walk to the boulangerie instead of baking my own madeleines. Ok, admittedly I seldom bake madeleines, but the anticipated thrill of walking a few steps out the door for the morning’s baking is a lot of what’s keeping us going these days, as we draw ever nearer to stepping off the edge of our lives.
We’re going to live in France. Incroyable.