LA VIE EN BLEU (RONDO)

In France for a long weekend, an English family on the Vieux Marche think I am French and speak to me in broken English. As usual, the thrill of their mistake sets me in a good mood for the rest of the day. Returning from four days of Normandy food; patisseries, seafood and the nine a.m. smell of fresh-baked bread wafting from the boulangerie’s, we hit a British ferry and instant tat.