Easter in the village of Gillaume

Over the Easter break I went home with my friend Sabine Fontaine, who lives in a village called Gillaume. From Paris to Gillaume was a two hour train ride (in the direction of Luxembourg) and then another hour by car. Gillaume is a small village... their bakery is a van that drives by in the mornings.

Here Sabine is holding her niece and talking to her sister Veronique. Sabine is the youngest of five sisters, and they all came back to visit their mother over Easter weekend. The house was overflowing with the extended family of husband, significant others, children and the classmate from Hong Kong.

It was peaceful out in the country. I saw wild daffodils in the forest and their seventy dairy cows. I ate lots of souffle, quiche and talked non-stop in French about Chinese eating customs or Hong Kong language identity politics. Paris felt rather crowded and noisy in contrast when I got back.