Before we left for Nice, I read somewhere (on the Internet so you know it’s true), that after your first 2-3 weeks living abroad, you wake up in a sweat and wonder what did I/we do?
Once we got the butchers’ schedule more or less figured out (the photos of their hours still inhabit my phone, just in case), we informally moved on to the second and more serious job–who has the best roast chicken?
