When I first decided to embark upon this epic adventure many questions came my way: “Was it scary to quit your job?” — No, it was scarier to think of staying. “Do you speak any French?” — Not much but I’m sure I’ll pick it up in no time. I hear it’s easy. “Was it hard to give up your car and all your books?” — No (lip quivering, voice cracking). And of course, the most common question of all, “Why France?” The answer to that one is too long to write but here’s reason #132:

Oh, I know what you’re thinking, Chilean and Argentinian wine? Why the hell is that a reason to live in France? Wait for it …

See those scribbles on the back? No, your eyes do not deceive you. 1 euro apiece. Perfectly acceptable wine for a buck. Okay they’re not French wines but who cares? March 30th and it’s 23 degrees on the terrace. The forsythia and cherry trees are in their full glory, the church bells are chiming in the distance and the corkscrew is primed and ready for action. Vive la France.