Lately, I've been saying that my life in the South of France cannot match the one I lead in Paris. Everything just seems better!*
The market is down the street and is open almost everyday, except Monday when a grocery store is surely open. The sun is always shining. Most things are, in fact, within a walkable distance. I like this place.
And then came the time I, and most non-European expatriates dread: carte de séjour time.
Let me tell you, this is my least favorite part of living in France. It is always an ordeal. I'm surprised this hasn't deterred more foreigners from living in the country, but perhaps the grapes and cheeses are too good to leave.
