Each day I fall in love all over again
L' amour vrai, Uncategorized | (3)
As we were walking yesterday, just as we do almost daily now that the weather is warm, I didn't think much about the houses, cars or the fact that I heard nothing but French being spoken around me. I passed French bakeries with only a small amount of drooling, now have dog doo radar installed (it's really an art you must learn over time), pass cars parked on sidewalks without a second glace, got over as soon as I heard the little bike bell when before I had to think about what the sound was, admired a stork ...