Well I am no longer in Paris. I have met up with my french friend, Landry in Dijon. After spending no more then twenty mins. in Dijon, we got into his car and headed south towards Lyon. In a small town outside Lyon we ditched the car, and met up with a French man named Frank. He then drove us way down south to a very small village ten mins. outside Marseille called, Roquevaire.

Here we are staying with Frank and his family. He and his wife, Blandine, have two boys, age three and five. They also have a beautiful 23 year old nanny named, Ineke, whom I have discovered is the real reason we have travled to the south. Turns out Landry has fallen for this girl and has been spending all of his time down here in this beautiful town. (i do not have connection for my camera, so the pictures will come next week)

So here i am, in south of France, staying for free at a wonderful home, with a pool and two great kids (although they make me miss Esme and Lily very much) We are surrounded by mountains, and only twenty mins from Aix en Provence or the coast with a car to use this weekend to see both. The sun is always shinning and the temp. is a comfortable 75 degrees.

Its been a strange few days, kind of confusing being that i speak no french, but i am living in a Cezanne painting and it is an interesting adventure. I will return to Paris early next week, as long as the hichhiking Landry tells me we have to do goes smoothly...