Snapped this of us before we got on the train.

FoH was, of course, beside himself over Thomas choo choo.

The excitement must have been too much because he was out in no time once the train started. Which I was extremely relieved about. I swear he would have slept till the afternoon this morning had I let him — it took a while for me to wake him once my alarm went off at 10.

The result was a very off-kilter FoH that was cranky all morning into early afternoon. With no appetite and a gift for saying no to any and every single thing you said to him.

Definitely not my FoH. I can only imagine how he must feel if I’m feeling strange because of the time change and just the general fast pacedness of travel these past few days.

Looking forward to settling in at Sancerre — and soaking in.

A tiny medieval village is just what I need. Along with a whole lot of French.

Maman has been prepping me — many stores will be closed given the time of year. There’s not much to do. It’s quiet. It’s small. Very few people speak English.

It all sounds perfect. Absolutely perfect. This is exactly what I’m wanting. A true authentic French experience.

Don’t get me wrong — I love Paris. You all know that. Yet there remains a part of me that is called to the small towns — those sleepy tucked away villages. Where everyone knows each other. And milk is still delivered straight to your door in the morning.

How can I already be in love with a place I’ve never been to?