The day after the election, I had a divine lunch (potimarron soup and pavé de saumon) with Carole from Département Féminin at the newly opened Rose Bakery outpost in the Marais, and guess who was sitting in front? Elodie, looking pretty as ever although wearing far too much black eyeliner. I know you won't judge when I confess that I practically learned the spoken French language from her season of Star Academy, the magical winter when I first moved to France, and so I’m unable to disunite my warm, glowy, fan feelings. Obama as President and Elodie as brunch companion. It felt like Christmas.
It’s been so long since people in France have told me America is a great country, but they’re doing it right now, everywhere I go.
It’s beautiful how fast life can change.