When I lived in Spain I taught English lessons to one of the French teachers, Javier, and his son Yann. The lessons happened at their kitchen table, at which Yann truly struggled to remain seated for the whole thirty minutes. When Yann left Javier and I would usually just chat in English. I learned a […]
Tag: Paris
I think I was French in a past life
When my mom and I were in Paris I must have been gushing. The buildings are so beautiful here. Everyone is so attractive. I love those shoes. I love that girl’s bike. I love the food. And the CHEESE. I LOVE FRANCE. At which point my mom finally asks, Do you believe in reincarnation? Me: I haven’t […]
Anne Foster 