From the traffic nightmare around Paris to this:
Dear Reader,
This jet-lagged Blogger landed in Paris early on Friday morning, stored the suitcases in a rental car and headed for a little spot far away from her usual life in Brooklyn.
Four hours later, I finally reached my destination: the Middle of the Auvergne, one of the most beautiful and relatively untouched areas of France.
And it is glorious here. I had forgotten that there are places in this world where the sky stretches unobstructed forever, where one can see valleys and hills, and where it is possible to hear nothing else but the song of birds.
Here, in between the forests and the fields, I feel as much at home as in Brooklyn.
Not Court Street, but dirt paths that lead from one cluster of old stone houses to another.
No supermarket, but a friendly neighbor who gave me baby lettuce plants to put into the dirt so that I can have fresh salad every day. No nightlife, but a warm fire in the chimney, a good glass of wine in my hand and the absolute feeling of contentment.
May I say, dear reader, that our life in Brooklyn is way too hectic? If I could bottle this peace and quiet and send it to you, I really would.
I hope everything is well in Carroll Gardens. Is everyone happy with the down zoning?
I heard it is beastly hot. Is that true?
Please keep me informed, dear reader. Because, you see, though I am so happy to be here, I do miss our little nabe as well.
This jet-lagged Blogger landed in Paris early on Friday morning, stored the suitcases in a rental car and headed for a little spot far away from her usual life in Brooklyn.
Four hours later, I finally reached my destination: the Middle of the Auvergne, one of the most beautiful and relatively untouched areas of France.
And it is glorious here. I had forgotten that there are places in this world where the sky stretches unobstructed forever, where one can see valleys and hills, and where it is possible to hear nothing else but the song of birds.
Here, in between the forests and the fields, I feel as much at home as in Brooklyn.
Not Court Street, but dirt paths that lead from one cluster of old stone houses to another.
No supermarket, but a friendly neighbor who gave me baby lettuce plants to put into the dirt so that I can have fresh salad every day. No nightlife, but a warm fire in the chimney, a good glass of wine in my hand and the absolute feeling of contentment.
May I say, dear reader, that our life in Brooklyn is way too hectic? If I could bottle this peace and quiet and send it to you, I really would.
I hope everything is well in Carroll Gardens. Is everyone happy with the down zoning?
I heard it is beastly hot. Is that true?
Please keep me informed, dear reader. Because, you see, though I am so happy to be here, I do miss our little nabe as well.
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