For months I've been calling this place "crepe island" because this is where crepes first originated. My colleague Liza (she co-wrote Scriber's book with me) invited me to the workshop at the farmhouse in Italy and to her friends' housewarming party here in Northern France. How lucky am I? I will post a good picture of Liza tomorrow...just realized I haven't done that yet! So these are scenes from our arrival tonight. We rented a car in Paris to drive out here, and it has been a comedy of errors. But we've been fortunate enough to see tons of sights because of the car...what I don't want to admit is that we discovered today that our Volkswagen has GPS and we've been using roaming on our phones (at a very high cost) for two days. Haha. Stupid. But ah well...don't tell anyone please!
Party pictures to come!
Our airbnb and surrounding areas. It's paradise!
A pizza truck in the grocery store parking lot. It saved my life.
Just another ancient stone house.


















































