From Paris to Picardie
One of the best – yet easiest to forget – things about living in Paris is that you don’t have to go very far to leave it. Dealing with French bureaucracy kept me France-bound for the holidays, but I was lucky enough to be adopted by two wonderful French friends, Catherine and Caroline and invited to their family home in Picardie (about a 40 minute train ride from Paris). Little did I know what a treat it would be (more on that tomorrow), and how nice it was to spend time with a family, have more space and get out of the city. For now, here’s a look at our stroll through Senlis, where we did final shopping on Christmas eve.