Sorry for not writing. I have thought a lot, a lot about France lately. Probably because it is election tomorrow and that it is covered in the newspapers, unavoidable. There are not that many French restaurants in Stockholm that I know, so just to remember I have made some cooking at home. I remember the baguette. It is as important as milk in Sweden. I remember French cheese, and tonight I had some chèvre. I once saw how that was made in the mountains in south of France. Real family traditions.
Tomorrow will be very exciting. Listening to French is like listening to beautiful music.