Things are good. The Tooth (not yet present enough to be called "Fang") has seemingly adjusted to the veggie puree, although we're having other related issues. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about and thus will spare the details.
The other day we took one of those marvelous misty morning walks and discovered someone had cleaned up the islands next to the castle. We looked at the geese, screeched back at the seagulls and enjoyed the spooky view. There are stone posts next to the Stairs Leading to Nowhere (I'm sure Marie Antoinette had something in mind back in the day) and they gave off quite a gothic effect in the mist rising off of the water. I'd love to have a picture of it one day; stay tuned for how I'm trying to trick my husband into buying me a better camera (no, no, not that way, purely by outwitting him). I've already won $400. That scene is high on my list of the first pictures to take once I am smart enough to figure out how to get the rest.
Walking back to the apartment, I started thinking about how fall is my favorite time of year in Virginia . It's hard to stop comparing home to here, and I'm starting to accept that I may never stop. However, I realized that I enjoy my current life a lot and that fall is my favorite time of year in France for different reasons. I find it romantic for some reason...maybe it's all the red Virginia Creeper, but there's a nice atmosphere. I'm actually glad there's no Halloween or football season because it would never be the same, anyway. I'll keep the US holidays for the US and try to find a way to celebrate them with The Tooth in our own special way...I'd much rather do that, than participate in some kind of commercialized bastardization. There's always a chance we'll go home during Toussaint and actually get to participate in a real Halloween.
Anyway, along the way I passed several shops that had autumnal decorations...bakery, butcher, chocolate shop... more reasons I love this town. They were simple decorations -- chestnuts, leaves, woodland animals and such -- but made me fall in love with France a little more. I didn't feel a need to go out and spend money on anything, I was happy just looking in the windows. If we ever move back home, I know that I'll be homesick for France. This is why being an expat is tough for me...I'll always be a little caught between two countries.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Posted by Pardon My French at 10:10 PM