|The ever-elusive sun. . .|
A month before my recent birthday, Andrea called to say she planned to whisk me off to Provence for four days — just the two of us — and that she was taking care of all the details. The train tickets arrived in the mail chez nous in her name, the B&B is reserved and I’m positively giddy with anticipation. As so many of you know, when one has an adult child we don’t often have the opportunity for one-on-one concentrated quality time. Therefore, I believe this gift will go on my short list of one of the best cadeaux I’ve ever received. (I’ll fill you in on details later of course.)
She is flying in from Chicago, where the weather has been dreadful: cold, wind, rain, flooding. She sent me a picture of the park behind their house where the water was ankle-deep.
We’ve discussed the “certainty” that the weather in Provence will be sunny and warm.
|A typical day in Brittany (at least in my experience).|
This is what Catherine, our favorite weather lady, said last night: “If you’re looking for warm temperatures and sunshine, go to Brittany because you won’t find either one in any other part of France.” What?!?!
We used to go to Brittany every summer when my Reason-For-Living-In-France had his boat there and I can tell you that one does not necessarily associate the words “Brittany and sun”.
We shall see. . . It’s not really important; we’ll be together.