Observations of life in France. By an adopted Française. It’s been twenty-five years since I moved to France, armed with little more than a rudimentary grasp of the language and an unabashed love of its food and wine. Oh, and my husband, who is French, although he was a happy expat and would willingly have lived his whole life away from la patrie.
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