Frances and I met in the registration line for Summer school at American University of Paris some 15 years ago. She was bubbly, friendly, and trying to make conversation. I apparently snubbed her...
I don't remember this encounter but I'll take her word for it. It sounds like me back then... it sounds like me sometimes now. It was another 2 years before we actually became friends and then 2 after that we both decided to leave France for New York where we both spent the next few years drinking way too much, getting in or trying to stay out of trouble. We've since grown up. A bit.
Frances got married this summer in the Minervois region of Southern France
A Myrtle, Rose, and Thyme bouquet foraged from the family's garden.