I've started writing the postcards I promised you, and I cannot explain the joy it gives me to offer you a piece of what I am experiencing. I originally put a deadline of last Monday for anyone that wanted a postcard, but now am opening it back up in case anyone else has missed the offer. I may still be writing on my flight home, but I don't think you will mind...
France is a slice of heaven, and we haven't even been to Paris yet. Being here with my children and my mother-in-law I knew would offer a different experience than when I was here with Hubs on our honeymoon. This time the emotions run richer, tapping into the simplicity of living purely by the senses. The crumbly stone architecture that promises to last another 100 years, the open fields of yellow wheat flanked by orange, purple and white wildflowers, the octogenarians hobbling on the streets that look as ancient and as resilient as the architecture they live in, the artisan baguettes that smell and taste like history--not just flour, water and yeast, and the language, oh that beautiful language that resonates invitingly all around me. Everyone here, everyone, says "bonjour" and "bonsoir", you can't help but want to say it, too...
Yesterday we visited the Chåteau de la Ferté-Saint-Aubin, a place that has existed since the 11th century...
|the stable's bridle room|
|the kitchen in the basement|
|the awesome kitchen again|
|the madeleine making demo|
|the servants' dining area|
|the dining room|
|the chateau's own gare station, with its attendant hee hee|
|the church in the backyard|
the sun that just doesn't go down until after 10pm--
the pastries, OH MY GOODNESS, the pastries, and we have only just begun (my MIL tells me that I haven't even had a real pastry yet)
missing my hubs and wishing he was here
wishing I spoke better French
having my children (who have great French accents) tell me that my American accent is embarrassing...
Thinking of you and wishing you Bon week end!!
ps. for your weekend: