I can’t believe I’m missing the 4th of July (worse yet, I’m missing the 4th in Tarrytown, which has a fantastic celebration) — and I’m going to be missing Bastille Day here in France, too, because we fly home that day.
I have no idea what Bastille Day is like here, and now I’m not going to find out.
Oh, well, c’est la vie !
(Progress report: I’m on the cusp of knowing why it’s C’est la vie, not Il est la vie.)
Happy 4th !