Thanks for this essay. like being there. Strawberries, dogs, French women in public, good wine, food stalls. All in all the joy of walking in a French town. Flanneur.
We are friends with several French women. They are self-possessed…. we are not. It goes deep.
Still hoping for a snap of a croissant. My mental image of your snap of one last year still makes my mouth water. Your snap of the strawberries smells heavenly.