Sunday is a special day in France, at least in this household, because it is a day of worship. A day to worship the thing that the French love most: food.
It was evident from the moment I woke up-rather than the usual baguette with honey or jam, breakfast was brioche and cornflakes. For lunch, we ate rabbit stew. Perfect for cold days. We all had a special snack in the afternoon (it’s very rare for anyone above the age of ten to have snacks during the day) of dark chocolates and Laurent’s special Moroccan tea, and for dinner, we ate crêpes (really thin pancakes :))! A good day for food, indeed.
During the day, Mathieu, Laurent and I went on a drive through the country. Mathieu has his learner’s permit, but he can’t get a real license until he’s eighteen. He did well, though, even on a stick shift! Way better than I could have done. In one hour, we drove past three châteaux and saw countless farms. I made them promise to take me to the castles when they’re open in the spring! We stopped at an arboretum and by the side of the road a few times to take pictures. Laurent is an amateur photographer, too, so we had mini competitions to see who could take the best photo. Here are a few of mine: