A BREATH OF FRESH AIR

Clarke Wallace
Dec 8, 2024
1 min read

I lived in France some years ago and it brings

back memories I will never forget.

That small plaque at the base of Eiffel Tower

reminds me how fortunate I was in deciding

to spend a year there.

A week to get oriented to my surroundings, then

heading down to the small town of Sarlat

to work on my first book. I was told it would

take a long time before I’d be accepted by

the locals. It was total nonsense, believe me.

Writer's comment: Maybe you have no idea

how friendly the French can. be. They size you

up, taking their time in doing so, and decide

you'll be okay.

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