The rhythms of French life, especially in a small rural village, have taken some getting used to. The first week I was here, I went out into the village on a Monday at 8:45 a.m. to try to rustle up some baked goods for breakfast. The main village bakery was closed because, as I discovered…
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I recently did something that wasn’t very nice. And I did it on purpose. And I did it publicly. It was in response to something that other people did publicly that also wasn’t very nice. As the dust has settled I have owed a few people apologies, which have been given. And I am also…
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