Hubby and I recently checked out 'A Good Year' - a charming new flick featuring the not-so-enigmatic Mr Russell Crowe and the hip new thing, Ms Abbie Cornish. Although I wouldn't rate it as an earth-shattering piece of drama, it was interesting to see two Aussies play the lead British and American roles and, if nothing else, it certainly satisfied your quintessential all's-right-with-the-world tale of romance, wine-making and the important things in life.
But the best bit? Well, that would have to be the fact that this sweet little yarn was neatly wrapped up in the gorgeous wiles of Provence.
After our short stay in Paris last year, Jesse and I felt compelled to add France as a close second to Ireland in our shortlist of favoured foreign states. But so inspired were we by our recent rendezvous at the cinema that Jesse actually checked out the French working visa system today. (No exclamations of surprise for finding out that there is basically no such thing).
Truly, despite being unable to eat the staple diet of cheese and bread, seriously failing to speak French, and having adopted a zero tolerance attitude towards arrogance, we still cherish the dream of living in the nether regions of France one day.
One day...
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