This post is four years too late. Actually, make that about fifty years late. I recently finished the delightful autobiography of Julia Child, My Life in France. I think I’ve now joined the ranks of bloggers who long to live in Paris. Julia convinced me. She also convinced me to have more spunk, to enjoy cooking, to journal more (man she has a memory) and to send cooky Valentines. Tell me, did you not fall in love with her after reading this book? And Paul too?
“The sweetness and generosity and politeness and gentleness and humanity of the French had shown me how lovely life can be if one takes time to be friendly.”
PS Find out how this blog got its name on Mrs. Potts.