...because yesterday we had delicious steak frites in a random town near Calais. And espresso that was hot, and strong, and creamy and didn't slop over the top of the cup.
...because at a service station on the autoroute I saw a sixty-something woman wearing an impeccable jacket and skirt. With over the knee black patent leather boots.
...because the sky was completely dark last night, except for stars.
...because I was offered and at least attempted to eat a boiled chestnut in the epicerie this morning.
...because I was waving at neighbors left and right as I came back down the hill with croissants and a baguette.
...because none of this seems corny at all - it's just being home.