In Provence, France

Steak tartare, moules, frites and tarte flambées have all crossed my palate in the last 48 hours.  My mood has gotten considerably better.  We’ve seen markets with cheeses that I can’t begin to pronounce and oysters larger than my hand.  The south of France appears to be up to keeping the legendary status it has acquired.  The apartment at home is still in disarray but everything here is in order.  It’s a nice change.


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