Here's the striking view of the cathedral from my kitchen window...jealous? Every single time I look outside my window I have to pinch myself (cliché, i know). I worked really hard last year to graduate on time and to get a job in France, and now I'm finally here.

Clermont reminds me of the town in (get ready for a high brow cultural reference) Beauty in the Beast. Emphasis on the "little town, just a quite village.... this poor provincial town". The only real difference is that I don't skip out of a quirky cottage every morning...and we need to substitute the balding librarian with a retired high school english teacher who leaves me copies of time magazine in my mailbox.