After I read it, I thought about all my photos from my last trip to France. (Don't! Don't run away! I do not have three carousels full of slides to show you. I promise!)
Three times I've gone. Three different love affairs. (Okay, so I am just imagining that I was successful in my stalking, and only in my dreams did I find Johnny Depp. Let me hold onto this fantasy for just another few moments.) Each trip found me deeper in love with with the countryside and the people.
What was Paris like? The only glimpses I've seen of Paris is what can be seen at the airport, before catching a smaller plane and heading to Toulouse or Pau.
In other words, the France I love is the rural France...The France in the midst of fields of sunflowers and hay and vineyards...The France nestled at the base of the Pyrenees Mountains...That's my France.
|This is my sister's sister-in-law. |
This unassuming vegetable dish was delicious,
but very rustic.
What keeps me coming back? I could say the bread. (True!). I could say the out-of-this-world cheese. (True! So true!) But what pulls me the most is the people's determination to enjoy life.
Lunch at home takes two hours. There is freshly-baked bread to cut. Several times during the meal. There are separate courses---some fresh fruit, then the entree, some salad, and then some cheeses to choose from.