Any Way You Look At It
I don’t want to just fade away on you. And lately I’ve been getting a lot of questions about what will happen to French Letters once we leave France. Most of them start with some variation on “I hope you’re going to keep French Letters going.” And normally I say that no, French Letters is about my life in France, and if I live somewhere else, I can’t very well write about anything French. But on further reflection, I think that’s not getting at the whole truth.
French Letters is a blog about France, yes, but it’s really a blog about how I see France
and about how France sees me, for better and for worse (although actually in French you say “for worse and for better” which tells you something right there). It’s the story of my life, as I’m living it today. In other words, thinly disguised as the story of food, wine, and France, it’s really All About Me. Probably I should blush as I say that, but I think you might have already figured that out for yourself, and if you’re still here, you must not hold it against me.
Sometimes I do turn my eye squarely on French life, and France is what you see. And I know that one of the main reasons you’re here is because you like to see France, in all its wonderful variety.
Sometimes I’m barely there, adding a light layer of commentary to the events of my day,
sometimes I try to let you know how the world looks through my eyes by explaining, interpreting, translating,
and sometimes I put myself, and Shel, front and center. Lately there’s been a lot of that, and I’ve been sharing our life with you even though a lot of it has nothing specifically French about it these days.
I want to find a way to continue to be with you, because French Letters is so much a part of my life now that I can’t imagine leaving it behind when we move next week. Clearly it needs to change, to undergo a transformation and a transplant, just as we ourselves are doing. But I find myself at a loss for the Best and Brightest Idea. So many of you have offered to help in our current troubles, and here’s a way you really can. Tell me what you’d like me to write about next. I’m all eyesAt Home In France