…with cheese. What can I say? I’m in love. I love you aged mimolette/stinky chèvre/bleu d’Auvergne/Bachelet/ashy Morbiér. You complete me.
When we aren’t eating cheese and drinking wine, we’re avoiding poop (more on this later) on our way to intensive French classes at the Alliance Française.
We are...how you say…trés heureux.
First day of school!