So, Scotty and I have been in class for four full weeks. And since it’s been a whole month, it’s time for a holiday. Or at least that’s how it seems to work here in France. Yes, one month in and we have a whole week off. And then it’s back to class for an entire six weeks before we break again for Christmas. Was being in school always this easy? Or am I forgetting something? I feel like I was a lot more stressed in college and that the time between breaks often seemed to stretch out forever. Is the difference that I’m older? Or do the French just have a much more generous vacation schedule? Anyway, even though I’m now over 30, I still felt that slightly giddy feeling when I left school today. It’s funny because I really enjoy going to this class and hadn’t even been thinking about the break. There’s just something about being given a break that still makes me feel like a young coed.
My mood was matched by the gorgeous sunshine and I had to pull out my camera and try to capture the play of the sunlight on the water of this fountain situated in front of St. Sulpice. I was completely unable to capture the full beauty of light and water but here are my attempts.
And then I hopped on a bike and made my way home.
One great stroke of luck is that our break happens to coincide perfectly with a visit from my parents! They arrive tomorrow and we’re going to take in Giverny and Normandy, go to a book signing with David Lebovitz (!), and eat lots of delicious food and drink lots of mediocre coffee. I can’t wait.