Shifting back into French gear...

It's amazing how we adapt and even more how quickly we re-adapt. After a few hours in my native valley of the French Alps, it feels as if I have never left. The road recognizes me and drive my car around the curve.

I quickly re-acquaint myself with all the details that make France what it is, France! No need to learn, adjust or even make believe. That's the beauty of memory's amazing storage capabilities and staunch refusal to ever erase the tiniest detail of many years spent there...