Being with a group of friends,
feeling the sunshine on your face,
tasting life as the French do—glorious food, the atmosphere-
the cobblestone streets leading you back hundreds of years right before your eyes.
Strolling through antique markets, finding lovely things you can’t wait to bring home.
Hanging out with your new found friends, trying to pretend you can speak some French, giggling as they speak French back to you.
Sipping a glass of rosé under a big shady tree,
listening to the French speak—it sounds like birdsong, and you feel like you’re flying over lavender fields, soaking up every bit of wonder.
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