To participate in a festival, knowing people, who knew people. Listening to french music, being able to sing the lyrics. Exchanging numbers. Eating baguettes, drinking wine.All this made me feel somehow comfortably integrated in the french culture.
All this got pushed out of place somewhat by the fact that the only band that got me properly excited was british though. (go listen! http://www.myspace.com/youaredeadkids)
Peu importe...
Dearest Karin finally payed me a visit, and got to see a rainy Rodez. She looks happy enough though, maybe thanks to the nutella crêpe.
I can also report that spring has finally arrived. I try to enjoy while I can, as I know that soon I will be complaining that it's too hot.
Wearing these stockings in the sun got me a very original sunburn
