Home, sweet home.
This is my temporary home in Lacoste, France:
My street and apartment
I left my real home on Sunday with tissues stuffed in my bra to help me through the emotional experience of leaving Eddie and the kids. After many hours breathing recycled airplane air (three planes), wrangling suitcases (one large, three small), and enduring the wrath of Sue Sylvester serving as flight attendant on the longest flight, I made it to my final destination in the south of France.
It has been an action-packed 20 hours since I arrived. I’ll spare you the play-by-play. Here are the highlights:
- I live 10 feet away from the clock tower. It chimes twice per hour.
- It is scorpion mating season. Here’s one that won’t mate again.
- It is harvest season. Carl, another professor here, shows off the goods.
- The village’s hills will be assets as I whip my own assets into shape.
- The place has interesting little cubbies everywhere. Here’s a cool hobbit potty, for example.
One of the best parts of the town tour today was an impromptu peek into Tom Stoppard‘s former residence. I’ll share the photos later.
For now, though, je suis fatigué!
À bientôt!
Observe and report 
it’s also the home of the Marquis de Sade’s crumbling chateau…another author. However, his works were filled with sadism and whips, not sarcasm and wits. Enjoy! J’ai vecu en Gordes depuis onze ans. Le market de Rousillion est tres bien, mais il y a beaucoup de village que tu peut explorer pendant votre temps en Provence. Eat lots of cheese, pastries and fresh anything. And drink lots of cafe and vin.
Can’t say I’m not green with envy…MC
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The Marquis’ chateau will be part of the Stoppard post. Great view from there!
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j’ai fatigué, you mean
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Do I? My French is rusty and my phrasebook says “suis.” Maybe I need a new book!
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I miss you, my Queen.
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Sigh. I miss you too.
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You have a red door, just like Elizabeth Arden!
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