I Know We’re Back In France

…because yesterday we had delicious steak frites in a random town near Calais. And espresso that was hot, and strong, and creamy and didn’t slop over the top of the cup.

…because at a service station on the autoroute I saw a sixty-something woman wearing an impeccable jacket and skirt. With over the knee black patent leather boots.

…because the sky was completely dark last night, except for stars.

…because I was offered and at least attempted to eat a boiled chestnut in the epicerie this morning.

…because I was waving at neighbors left and right as I came back down the hill with croissants and a baguette.

…because none of this seems corny at all – it’s just being home.

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