It’s the weirdest thing. We left home less than a week ago, and immediately felt as though we were home again in the company of Jacques and Maggie, after all they’ve greeted us every year for the past decade on our arrival in Lagarde.
Today though, after a morning’s worth of motorway we arrived once again in La Ferte-St-Aubin, that little village not far from Orleans which is our actual-official-send all correspondence to-home in France, AND it feels like home too.
It might have been the warmth of Celine’s welcome, or the way her Mum makes a special effort to visit on the night we arrive, or Manu’s huge hugs or it might just be that we like the place a lot, whatever the case, as we were wandering the streets of the village in the late afternoon sunlight, once again we were home. Home it seems, really is where our hearts happen to be.
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YOU WILL BE ALWAYS AT HOME HERE! FOR EVER......
Yes Celine, I'm afraid you are right!
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