Anglo Invasion

Time time time is running away from me. It is about to be April in a few days, and I am not sure how to handle that. In order to keep you all better informed about my life, however, I am going to attempt to do shorter, more frequent posts about any little thing that is happening here.

Currently, we are under some anglo-invasion. Yachting season is beginning, and therefore the British, Australians, and South Africans are flowing in. Young people who are hoping to work on yachts and older people who own the yachts and therefore get to decide the fates of the younger people.

As a result, more restaurants and shops are opening in old town Antibes - largely English-influenced as well. A bagel place and more pubs and boutiques with lots of khaki.

I like a bit more life in the town, and also dislike it. I am sad to see the French part of this town get pushed even more to the wayside - but I suppose that is what happens when you live in the French Riviera. The longer I have lived here the more I am aware that this area was really built by tourists - by Americans and Brits who wanted to customize a vacation spot for themselves.

It makes me miss Flavigny. 

The village we stayed in during our spring break. 

And it makes me miss cooking with this woman.

Francoise, the host mom of a couple of her friends. We cooked quiche
with her last month. She is one of the sweetest people I have met
here.