tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341223592011-04-21T16:33:18.772-04:00Sandy gave up the law to pursue her passion for living and travelling in France. An idiosyncratic guide to all the quirky, charming and occasionally annoying (but never uninteresting) aspects of 'la vie en France'.Sandy in Francehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098571555977508578noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34122359.post-1158346534041059482006-09-15T14:54:00.000-04:002006-09-15T14:55:34.043-04:00

My first step in escaping to France: deciding when to go and for how long. On both these questions there are a number of considerations. Sure, the best time to travel, hands down, is early fall or late spring, but then there’s that whole winter—rather, that how to avoid winter—question. So the answer is clear. Escape all those frigid, snowy, icy, not to mention grey, days in Canada (and much of

Sandy in Francehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098571555977508578noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34122359.post-1157991557807830292006-09-11T12:18:00.000-04:002006-09-15T14:39:57.440-04:00

I first spent an extended period in France in 1986-87. Of course, I had visited a few times before, first discovering Europe on a whirlwind, and low-budget, trip between my first and second years of law school. But it was in the summer of 1986 that my spouse and I packed up our four children (ranging in age from almost 16 to 2) and headed to Haute Provence to spend a year. It was a sabbatical for

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