Or Super Ooo as the locals say.  Probably Supere Oooo.  I walk down there most days, partly  for exercise, but also because I don't have a car and can't carry much back at one time.  I consider each visit a French lesson of sorts.  I have learned to shake my head, or say 'non,' when … Continue reading Learning French at the Super U

mushroom soup endive salad with tomatoes, olives and goat cheese

Joe just drove off, back to De Gaulle, in the little black Fiat we've been using for the last ten days or so.  Now the real adventure of living in France begins.  With him here, its seemed more like a vacation--except for journal entries and a few observations, I've done no writing.  Not sure I … Continue reading Reality . . .

 In four days, I'll be leaving for France.  Friends take me to dinner, the guys upstairs had a going away party.  I'll be gone for a year.  At least that's my thought at this time.  I'm prepared to be homesick, lonely, etc.  I just hope that I'm not homesick and lonely enough to come back … Continue reading If not now, never