Paris was, well, Paris. Lovely, dreamy, even when it was cold and gray and en greve.
Now we're back for a couple of days before our next trip. Today I caught up on e-mail (which I hate) and did laundry (which I love.) The cat is glued to my side. Rain is falling, at long last, on my parched patch of earth.
After two weeks of rich French food, it was a pure pleasure to have swiss chard for lunch, with just a drizzle of olive oil and peppery tarragon vinegar for flavor.
Today feels like a huge, deep breath of home.
