I found several old photos from my time in France that I thought would be nice to show here. France was a lesson, it was my first experience in the West. I would not say that it was rough living here, but there was a lot to take at first. I did not mind the difference but the country was hard to crack. Maybe it was the language, or the close-knitted people, or the culture that felt very much like ‘insider’. I felt like the access to get into the life, the life in France was never in my hand. I love seeing the life I have had here, the glimpse of Lyonnais and the laid-back but passionate rhythm of experiencing the surroundings (and the arts!)–but I know that was the life that would never be mine for long.