We Have a Verdict

Thanks to your feedback, reinvention is in the offing.

Summer is over, and I need to clean up my patio. That umbrella stand doesn’t fit the umbrella. It will take me three weeks to remember to move it somewhere else.

Hello to all you kind souls. I asked, you answered. It did my heart much good to read all your comments, which were encouraging and generous.

So OK, here is the plan: next week we will close out this memoir. I will write its last chapter. From there on out, expect something loosely imagined as a Letter from France every other weekend. There will be news of the people you have come to know. There will be less chronologically-bound musings on other Perche-y things as they pop up. There will be bigger-picture French stuff. It’ll be a salade composée. (Anyone who has eaten at my table knows this is one of my strengths.)

It’s shaggy, but still a nice place to hang out quand même.

We will resolutely and firmly keep this a weekend read in spirit. It will not have the hysterical tone of breaking news; it will remain reflective and a little roundabout. (Remember: France is the country with the most roundabouts in the world. I read that somewhere.)

And so we’ll see what this becomes. Such is the fun of this medium: watching things evolve.

I loved hearing from so many of you. Always happy to hear more.

Oh, and of course, there will be cats.