August is upon us, and hand-lettered signs are appearing in the windows of small businesses all across France with the dates of the traditional fermeture annuelle. They've closed up shop for the summer holidays, and in the meantime you'll just have to walk a little farther to find a pizza or a fresh baguette.
Here are Parisienne Mais Presque I'm obliged to follow suit, for tomorrow we're off for three plus weeks of vacation: a week in Spain split between the Pyrenees and the Mediterranean coast, followed by two weeks in the Gers, with a brief visit to le Petit's great-grandmother along the way. But before you click away in disgust muttering something about those Europeans with their ridiculously long vacations, know, dear readers, that I'll be thinking of you while I'm away.
I have even written a few posts in advance that will automatically appear on the site during my absence, just in case I'm missed. (Please don't let me know if I'm flattering myself too much.) I also plan to bring along my laptop, so I'll be writing about my travels from the hotel terrace or the gîte's garden, overlooking the peaks of the Pyrenees or the rolling hills of Gascony with a glass of Fino or Madiran in my hand. While I doubt I'll be back here to post before September 1, I should have some interesting thoughts to share when I return.
(That's just me cruelly trying to make you jealous, when in reality I'll be far too busy chasing a toddler to type, much less type and sip wine at the same time. I will write, but it will be from the hotel room during le Petit's nap.)
I'll be back at the rentrée well-rested, with plenty of new blog subjects to cover including le Petit's upcoming first trip back home to Seattle.
See you soon!