La vie est bonne - on a Saturday at least!

I felt French this morning - walking 'to market' with my oversized purse over my arm as my shopping case. Granted "market" wasn't Aux Halles or the other Saturday market dotting the French landsape - but the Harris Teeter up the road and around the bend - but the principle was the same. That principle being activity in pursuit of food that doesn't come out of a bag or box. Cue the rolling hum of cicadias and the fruit tree lined sidewalk (all the leaves dulled to an olive grey under this southern summer heat) and I felt wonderfully European and self-satisfied. La vie est bonne! Buonne! Bueno! Gute! To celebrate I will continue in this European fashion and have a glass of sparkling wine with my brunch and I will sit on my couch looking out over my leafy patio. I would sit outside - but, as mentioned before, it is hot, and buggy. And it doesn't do to stray too far from one's roots. So the couch it is...and if that turns to a little TV...that's not such a bad thing either, for a Saturday. Tschus, Anna