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I’m a Hopeless Francophile in Love with France.

As I sit here to write on the first day of my return to France, I am compelled to ask myself, 'why am I so drawn to this country?'. I am ecstatic when I arrive, in tears when I go...

What is it that draws me back here again, and again, that causes my heart to swell and tears to form when I hear the language, or listen to French music?

I am curious about theories of past lives. Surely I have sauntered through Le Petit Trianon at Versailles, swathed in some glorious pink, silken gown, drinking tea and eating cake. Perhaps I was a muse for the artists in Montmartre, spending my time engaging in political repartee at impromptu gatherings in the local bistros. Or, is it a ghostly memory of the history, the quietude, of some tiny village with ancient traditions that stirs my soul?

Whatever the reason, France has beguiled me since as long as I can remember. As I said to the taxi driver who drove me from the airport to Villefranche sur Mer yesterday, I feel like I am coming home. Even my name – Louise - seems to have been given to me by fate, some throwback to a time when France was my motherland.

Certainly, it is not from a lack of love for my home countries – originally Scotland - now beloved Australia, which I love with a passion. This land of vast expanses, green, undulating mountains, lush forests and glistening beaches will always be my physical home. I am so happy to live here, with my family and friends, and with the knowledge that we are indeed lucky to have such an expansive and glorious place live. But somehow my spiritual home, the place singing to my heart in a quiet refrain, will always be France.

 

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Why do I love France so? I feel it in my very heart.

I feel it - know it - especially when I hear the language. I was in a café this morning when I overheard some conversation in French, and I realised my deep love for the language. Surprisingly, although I have loved it enough to study here for one month at the Institut de Francais in Villefranche sur Mer, I didn’t realise how much I love to speak it, to engage with the beautiful French people, until I arrived here this time. Without that conversation in the background, it was almost like viewing a movie in black and white – when I knew it should be in colour.

I remember the time when I realised, with sorrow in my heart, that I was leaving – perhaps not to return for too long a time – and that I would be no longer (for the time being at least) be ‘Madame’. There is simply no English equivalent for this. The loss was palpable.

Who are we…the Francophiles of this world, who live with a visceral longing for France and all things French?

Who yearn to go back, again…

Do you feel that same longing?

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  1. Marianne Furnes

    My dearest Louise 💗
    I’m over the moon happy for and impressed by your website and the incredible work you’ve put down! It looks stunning, chic and not less – very professional! I’m delighted to follow your journey on here as well as on Instagram and Facebook, and can’t wait to see your updates!
    Thank you so much for being that HUGE source of inspiration that you are, I feel so lucky and blessed to have come across your accounts and being in touch with you.
    And can’t wait to having that glass of Rosé… 😜

    All the best wishes and the best of luck for everything you do, my dear! 💗💗💗

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      Louise

      Darling Marianne,

      Thank you so much for your constant support and fine wishes. I remember the day you ‘discovered’ my Instagram Page – you were so enthusiastic, I couldn’t believe it. And yet, here you are still. I really appreciate you, so very much. One day, a rosé at a lively bistro in Provence, chèrie XX

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