Saturday, April 9th, 2005
For those of you who come to my site on a regular basis, I’m sure you have noticed that it looks entirely new. I’ve been doing an on-line journal since 2001-hard to believe-and I guess you could call it a blog but I’ve decided to set up the site as a true blog and my son, Jason, is helping me. Excuse the disorder while I am trying to figure out how to do it all.
For those new to my site, I moved to Paris in 2001 having married a Frenchman with zero knowledge of the French language or the French in general, which is how I came up with the title, Frenchless In France. Four years later, and my French is still horrible, much to my shame, but I love my life here and all that France has to offer. Maurice and I have also built a house in Provence and, when I am there, I post about my experiences there. If you click on photo journal on the right you can get a look at what we did in Provence, as well as earlier entries in my journal.
I am writing this today in Provence. I am sitting at a desk I brought with me from the States and if I look to my left I can see a fabulous view which the back of our house faces. We are in a fairly isolated area and I can often hear an approaching car or truck headed for our house long before it arrives here. At night I can see the moving headlights of cars on a hill about ten miles away. Spring is having a tough time arriving here. It is coming in like a lion, as they say We had rain all day yesterday and, although the skies are now blue and the sun is out, there is a nasty wind out there to make the freezing temperatures feel even lower. The Mistral, as the wind is called, is the one thing I don’t like about living in Provence.