October 1973....a young french bride leaves her home in Benodet ( Brittany) full of dreams and no expectation but advanture with a new Australian husband met in London...how exiting!...
May 2011 ...a mature woman returns to France, back to her roots waiting for her divorce from the same husband....
Could I live in France again she ask herself ??? let's try !....plan 3 months, now stretch it by another 2 months...all the french summer in France..eat the cheese most particularly the Rocquefort and baguette, confit de canard, fromage blanc with chestnut confiture from "Bonne maman? ...oh yummm....verre de rose avec du sirop de pamplemousse (with grapefruit sirop) as an aperetif and with ice to continue, just eat, eat and eat all the French food she misses out when in Australia...
Why not spend a Christmas in Europe while she is here? no one is really desperately waiting for her in Australia?... skype she does to her daughter and to her friends....
What about being at the markets ??? oh she feels so french, there she is with her English friends and SHE can speak french and understand the way things work....the way the French talk with there "pouff" "pof" " bof" " ah Bon ?" oh la la la la" and so on with the facial and hand movements which must accompagnied the words...
Allons prendre un cafe et un croissant! let's have a coffee and a croissant !...dip the croissant in the coffee, lets the buttered crumbs drop onto your clothes...
Oh she feels so french now!..was she ever not French? as she says "her roots are in France and her flowers in Australia", so true, so true!...her roots are spreading now hopefully the french winter won't kill her French being..
