daydreams of france

lunch in france in kinfolk.

Once upon a time I was living in the countryside of France, playing with blond babes in the river and eating the sweetest figs straight from the trees.

I fell in love with lunch in France.

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One weekend I boarded a train to a little city called Perigueux. I reveled in solo three-hour lunches and wrote about it.

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Seeing my writing in a publication that I so admire feels as exciting as just about anything I've ever experienced. Beyond honored to be a part of this magazine.

inspiration.

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I've been lacking inspiration lately.

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I find myself thinking, maybe if I could travel somewhere or go on some adventure, I would feel inspired again. Inspiration during my time in Europe was effortless and infinite. It spoiled me a little (a lot).

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Not to say that a change of scenery doesn't do wonders for the soul, but it's important for me to remember the reason I started this blog in the first place; to absorb and and appreciate the beauty in the the normal scenes of my life, in the everyday.

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*Photos from my time in Dordogne.

january.





As France feels farther and farther away, certain songs make me weepy and still, all I ever want to eat is bread and cheese. Sometimes I start dreaming about those three months and I end up feeling paralyzed by how much I miss it.

That said, if I'm not going to be in France, I'm glad I can be in warm, sunny Charleston -- where oyster-eating and day trips to remote islands are totally normal January activities. No winter blues here.