When I told friends and coworkers about our upcoming trip to France, everyone wanted to know how long we were staying in Paris. Not if we were staying in Paris, but when. I can’t say I blame them. I’m that girl who listens to French music at work, plasters photos of Notre Dame all over my belongings, and constantly dreams of running off to live in France’s capital city. When I told them we’d be flying first to a little place called Chaumont, they were full of questions. What is it called again? How do you say it? Is that close to Paris?
Saying Goodbye To Chaumont
Our two and a half weeks visiting family in the French village of Chaumont flew by, and suddenly it was time to move on. Excited as I was to see Paris at last, I was not ready to say goodbye…
Our Home in Chamarandes-Choignes
When telling friends and coworkers about my upcoming family vacation to France, the reaction was invariably the same: Three weeks in Paris? You are so lucky! I’d dreamt of visiting Paris, strolling along the Seine and stopping for a leisurely…