Everyday I come across something and think to myself, I love this about living in France. I don't have a picture of all of them, and I forget some of them right after they occur to me. I don't have a picture, for example, of the many people who spend a few minutes looking out their window onto the streets below, but I notice it often everyday. It's a little thing I love, that reminds me of people watching at the cafes, mais a la maison. Here are a few more things I love about ma vie en Boulogne.

descriptions of photos from top to bottom...

la vue depuis ma fenetre//the view from my window

le chien vigilant//the watchful dog, sitting in his cafe doorway all day long

cafe au lait avec un chocolate//coffee served with a chocolate