France

We finally made it to France. We drove from Barcelona a couple of days ago. We're staying in an elegant flat, the nicest place we've been in so far.


And what can I say? Of course, I love France. The people are much friendlier than in Barcelona, and it helps that I actually speak the language. Then of course there's the beauty. It's everywhere. I mean, they sell chestnut yogurt in little ceramic cups at the regular grocery store. Everything you've heard? It's all true. I have nothing original to say.

Oui, the pastries are amazing but the women are so thin. The children are so well behaved and the mothers so elegant and relaxed (and they had a child-sized toilet in the family stall at the gas station). The wine is so delicious. The cheese is so incredible. The bread is cheap and plentiful. There's dogshit everywhere, but who cares? It's France!