Ou est la couer?

I have been in love with France ever since I set foot in the country in 1986. And not just France, I love England and Italy and Switzerland as well. But while in France, I had no money left on my European trip and my parents had wired me money. Only hitch, I had to go to a specific bank. I couldnt just go to the local B of A and pick up money, no I had to go to a bank on a certain street. I had the address and set out with a group of friends on our free time day in Paris. I was the only one who could speak French and that was passable at best. We started from the hostel and went out on the Champs D'Elysee and walked with L'Arc du Triumph at our backs. We found the nearest Metro station and paid for a ticket. I found the street we needed to be on and the correct stop and jumped on the next train. We got to the street just fine, but then we could not find the bank. There were beautiful buildings in this district but none said Banque... Nothing.. The girls were all afraid of asking someone for help as we had all heard about the French attitude towards Americans... But I was not afraid. I walked right up the nearest local and asked in atrocius french, "Ou est la banque?" He started to babble very fast and motion with his hands.. I tried to follow along and watch his hands, but it was to no avail.. I was completely lost... I started to tear up and this very sweet old french man stopped... He looked at me and said in Frenglish... "Alors!! No, do not cry ma petite, follow me!" This sweet man took us all like ducklings to the door of the bank! He came inside with us and told the teller what we needed! I nearly hugged him and kissed him!!! He was my hero. As the teller took my paper with the money transfer info and my passport, I turned to thank our hero, but he was walking out the door... We all very unlady like yelled across the very quiet, old financial institution our profuse thank you's.

Ever since that moment, I have wanted to go back to France. I want to live in a old chateau in some sleepy, sun drenched town full of vineyards and old stone houses. I have read books because they are set in france. I love Joanne Harris novels and french wine. I subscribe to a daily email subscription from an English painter who lives in Provence. He paints the local landscapes and still life paintings. They are lovely!! http://www.shiftinglight.com/

Some of my favorite movies are french!!! Have you ever watched the Umbrellas of Cherbourg?? Fantastic movie from the 60's. I have now found a new one!!!! Today I watched "A Good Year" http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0401445/ and now I want an eccentric uncle to leave me his vineyard in France... Can someone please find me one??? I dont believe we have any in my family but if anyone out there in blog land would like to adopt me and bequeath their vineyard to me, I will be more than happy to live their and make fantastic wine!!!

Now that I have had my dreams of france, I must go back to the drudgery of the day and go to the grocery store... and laundry... and vacuuming.... I realize that I would have to do all of these things if I lived en France' but if I were there, it would be far more wonderful and romantic to do these mundane chores there, than here....