⪧ We left our life in New York City to make a new one in Provence ⪦
March 3, 2017
We stopped by the village cemetery after school, a field trip of sorts. Didn't account for Colette's death hang-ups - she was sobbing for Jean-Pierre and Bénédicte by the time we left. They aren't our relatives, but they are someone's. She wondered if they at least had a blanket and pillow in there. Spring is here too.