My Muse

I have always loved France. I first came here when I was sixteen. (Won’t tell you all how many years ago that was!) I lived with a family for six months; they were lovely and didn’t speak a word of English. I came back when I was nineteen and attended the Sorbonne University for a semester. Both times, France inspired me to do better, grow up and gave me a thirst to learn more about myself and the world.

Is it all the art? The rich and flamboyant history? The architecture? The sophisticated culture? The immense pleasure taken with food, wine and life in general?

There definitely exists a certain je ne sais quoi.

I moved here eight years ago to live and write, confident that France would be my muse and help me to fulfill a lifelong dream of being a writer.

I was right.

Everyday I find inspiration. Some days I simply walk down the street and think, ‘I can’t believe I live here! Look at these buildings, the people are so interesting, so nice. The odors are so delightful and often times delicious. Wow, wow, wow!’

I live in France and I write everyday. She is my tireless Muse; she never let’s me down.

Thank you, France, merci mille fois.

A demain.

Love, Charley