I don’t mind making jokes – but I don’t want to look like one
I’m currently back in France for a few days before heading to the UK for two weeks and I thought it would be a good idea, since I seem unable to find any time at all to write anything new in this busy busy whirl, to re-post some of my old word. So for your entrèe here is the start of my love affair with le Cantal ….
There is always a why. In every situation there will be a reason. Sometimes it burnishes the surface and gleams for all to see, sometimes it lurks deep down but take a look and there will always be a blazingly obvious reason why. For many a move to France is all about the lure of more house and land for your money. For some it is the culture – the perception that life in France means wine, food, wine, more food, wine. You get my drift. For us it was about people. We had friends here. French friends.
When we announced our intention to friends in other parts of France they literally laughed, then looked puzzled when they realised we were serious and then set about trying to dissuade us from such terrible folly. The Husband with Two Brains had lived and worked in Grenoble for 9 years in the…
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