After countless chaussons aux pommes and pains aux raisins, after catching up with family gossip, after welcoming a snow-free Christmas, off we go again!
I like Nantes. It’s my hometown, my “laojia” like Chinese say. It’s a cozy place where most of my family live and I know it by heart—the narrow streets, the cafés, the best bakeries and the off-the-beaten-track landmarks, the shops that closed years ago, the parks, the château…
It’s comfortable. It doesn’t change. Fitting into a vie française is easy, my Frenchness hasn’t been erased, it’s there, somewhere.
Yet I have another home now in Canada and I don’t think I would enjoy living in France full time. When I visit, I am a tourist. I don’t have to worry about work or money much. I take advantage of all the good side of France and I ignore the downsides.
I’d rather keep it that way.