I left Paris last Thursday morning. My new hosts, Joelle and Daniel, picked me up at 7:30 am at a beautiful fountain near Thom and Dale’s apartment. Joelle stood by the fountain in the snow with a fur hat on, about 3 layers of thick sweaters and a coat, and playing the harmonica. I thought to myself, “These are my kind of people!” I realized early in our 8 hour ride from Paris to a small town on the southeast coast (that’s the Mediterranean sea ya’ll!) that they were incredibly friendly, lively, generous and fun.
The trip was lovely. We stopped at a cafe/gas station for a croissant and coffee just outside of Paris, had a very tasty and colorful pick nick in the car (even potato chips taste better here!), took naps and traded lots of French and English. It was the beginning of learning tride-and-true French from tride-and-true French people. (I remain both excited about and daughnted by the long process of learning French. )
Here’s one my cafe drawings I added color to during the car ride. Apparently drawing food is my new favorite thing.
We arrived after dark, had a quick dinner and ran off to a Bal Folk Dance at the cultural center in their small town. (Joelle and Daniel are the ones in the back center of the picture wearing navy shirts and blue jeans. They are great dancers)
And this is what I saw when I woke up the next morning!!!!
Wait til you see the outside! To be continued tomorrow…