I’m living in a town called Niort. It’s very small and in the west of France. For now, it is mine. Here, the roofs on the buildings are red and the shutters on the windows are blue. Theres’s a river through the center, and a market nearby. It has the kind of charm that is very different than the charm of the Midwest (because there IS charm in the Midwest).
And I love that there’s a grocery around the corner, and a bakery down the street. Maybe it’s a very American thing for me to notice, but I love that we walk everywhere. I know I will be even more glad when Spring comes. I kind of can’t wait.