Back in the House

AS GREAT AS it is to be able to (read as: have to) explore new parts of Europe each summer, it's is equally great to get back into our house each September. Living out of suitcases isn't the worst thing that can happen to a person, but after a while -- total drag.

On Sunday morning I did what I always do after our first night back: enjoyed a huge cup of coffee out on the balcony and enjoyed the spectacular view. We're very happy to be back. Now if we can just take care of of few damn French paperwork issues (those never, ever stop).

Here's that view: