Bonjour amies, &tc. I am safely installed in ma maison alsacienne with my mère française and her daughter. I am now surrounded by rivers (literally, for I seem always to stumble across a bridge) of French culture and cuisine, along with a curious blend of Alsacien living. I have ingested by now tartes flambées, quiche Lorraine, couscous, and, bien sûr, an ever-growing amount of crusty bread. I imbibe coffee now with a passion, due both in part to my fervor and also in part to the chill and rain which fills the air at this time of year.
Alas! my dear friends, for I left my fair, faithful digital camera in the States, where it languishes from lack of use, unable to provide a picture of my temporary home to make up for my inadequate words. Strasbourg has a particular German look at times, but an undeniable French air to everything, even to the numerous Greek cafés that I have passed. I shall soon, one hopes, be receiving said camera in the post shortly, where I shall attempt to do justice to the remarkable sight of the city.
I have met already with Lauren, Eleanor's dear roommate as you will recall. She has already two appointments with Frenchmen, the first being with a fellow called Laurent (or whom I call 'Lauren with a t'), so you must know that she is doing quite well here; whereas, for me, perhaps as a tribute to my French skills or as a tribute to my being unremarkable, I have simply faded into the bustle and hum of this petite ville. But for now, c'est tout--I only wanted to make known my safe arrival here. Amitiés,
Alison
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