I think when I am back in Virginia and all things fall back into their old ways, one of the things whose absence I will miss will be French Sundays. Before this moment I didn't think it would possible to miss a day, but now I know it as a truth.
Sundays here are so different: almost everything closed, no one in a rush, no schedule. It's a far cry from America where life goes on in the same way regardless of what day it might be.
I tell myself that I will still try my best to observe French Sundays when I return, but I know in my core that this is a hollow hope. After all, how long can a French Sunday stand when there are papers to write, books to read, and errands to be run?
Sundays here are so different: almost everything closed, no one in a rush, no schedule. It's a far cry from America where life goes on in the same way regardless of what day it might be.
I tell myself that I will still try my best to observe French Sundays when I return, but I know in my core that this is a hollow hope. After all, how long can a French Sunday stand when there are papers to write, books to read, and errands to be run?
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