Such A Pretty Life
I’ve been neglecting to show you where I am, mostly because most of where I’ve been is in the classroom eight hours a day. And while that’s fascinating to me, I know that it’s bound to be somewhat less so for you. It’s hard to explain why I want to spend all day working on my French grammar, so you’ll have to trust me when I suggest that we all have our quirky desires, and this is one of mine. And then, cracking my brain cells over the proper placement of prepositions in such a beautiful place, well, that’s pretty primo. When I wake up in the morning and step out on my balcony, it looks like this, when it’s not raining. We’ve actually had more rainy days than I would have imagined possible, but we’re in a sunny spell now, and we all love it. This is what I come home to, when a glass or two of wine after class goes perfectly with the view. I have to say that it’s great to be back where $8 gets you a really nice bottle of everyday wine. And in between, I’m here at school. We take our breaks morning and afternoon in a gorgeous garden, and this is our dining room, where we’re extremely well-fed by Chef Nathalie, amidst the cheerful holiday decorations. We’re just 10 minutes from Nice by bus, but I’ve only been there once so far, because I’m pretty beat by the end of the day, and spent the first of our three weekends here at home in my bathrobe with an unbelievable cold. Luckily, though, we went on a wonderful school excursion to Saint-Paul de Vence, a town famous for its art and artists. It’s a lovely little place, touristy, but in a bearable way, since the shops and galleries have a lot of high quality stuff. For once I wished I’d had time to shop, even though normally I’m not much of a shopper. We had a wonderful lunch there at Le Caruso, and if you’re ever in the neighborhood, I heartily recommend it. We also went to Tourettes-sur-Loup, an almost unbearably picturesque, if rather deserted, little town. I’ve also seen some great French art that I want to share with you, but that will have to wait until next time. I’ve got to do my homework and get some sleep before class in the morning. It’s a lot like being a kid again, in the best possible way.At Home In France comment below, or link to this permanent URL from your own site.