Coming from a place with basically three seasons, (perfect, slightly colder than perfect, and a little too warm), I never really appreciated what they had to offer. For me, having sunshine and warmth all year round was all the mattered. … Continue reading
France has decided it is now Fall. The leaves are turning and falling to the ground. Even the French are breaking out their heavier jackets. I have never lived anywhere with seasons. I live in the land of Ugg boots and mini skirts, where the only season change is from perfection to a slightly less perfection. I am slowly starting to realize my typical winter is just the beginning France’s fall. However, I strangely like it.