Thursday, 1 March 2012

France is...

Just back from our week in France, my first time back there since leaving 7 months ago.  It was really nice being tourists in the beautiful quartier where we used to live and enjoying all the good bits of life in France, the kind of thing you take for granted when it's right under your nose, like...

 the unexpected splashes of colour...

 a péché mignon

 a plat du jour in a favourite restaurant...

 the colours and choice of the daily market...

 le pain, le pain, le pain...

a masterclass in his grandmother's kitchen...

The half-empty bags that we took came back full: Monsieur R brought back a very reasonable quantity of cheese, I have stocked up on arnica homeopathic granules (indispensable French kit for little ones' bumps and bruises), Homeoplasmine gel (made with plant extracts, it's a cure-all for dry skin and irritations) and savon de marseille (the ultimate cleaning agent, for people, clothes and around the house).  

As for Puce, it's amazing to see the distinctly French mannerisms she has picked up and perfected in the space of a week - mannerisms which are now being used liberally to emphasise any point she's trying to make to her father.  I eavesdrop their conversations, fascinated by the hand gestures and intonations, reminding myself yet again that language is only a small part of this bilingual adventure...

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