Bye Bye Bordeaux
Just as things are opening up, it’s time for my exit, to visit Mom, family and friends, work on paying work, get a new visa (clandestine since Feb), and it’s time to get vaccinated. After almost a year and a half, three confinements and a whole lot of immersion French, I decided to head home. Summer is coming. I hate summer in France
There are PCR tests to take, papers to fill out to leave France, to enter the US, to enter LA, and to travel during the curfew. The French love paperwork. My flight leaves at 6 am. It’s 15 + hours to get to LA. I can only imagine what hoops I’ll have to go through once I get there. Not worth thinking about. Since everyone has their survival story, I’m not going to bore you with all the byzantine workings of French bureaucracy nor their medieval approach to controlling a plague, I’m just glad that here, hair salons were considered essential.
Here’s a visual diary of where I’ve been, seen and done these past six months.
Marseille, Pertuis, Avignon, Lourmarin, La Sauve, Cadenet
My illustrated story is making progress. The story written in French is all finished, the paintings are coming along
Bordeaux, St Emillion, Cambes, Fôret Domaniale de Carcans, Brantôme, Le Parc Floral, Baurech
Even though I love solitude, this third confinement and curfew have been tough
I didn’t feel much like painting and zoom classes got on my nerves, particularly some of the students. But we’ve all got sob stories.
Thank God for my friends, the marchés and Sons of Anarchy, they kept me sane
French leçon learned: L’imparfait for this imperfect world and where to find the fuse box and disjoncteur (circuit breaker), in case the electricity goes out
useful vocabulaire: fusibles (fuses), piles (batteries), fuite de l’eau (water leak), tuyaux bloqués (blocked drains), détecteur de fumée, and Mr. Bricolage, for all your domestic needs and emergencies