I could move to France tomorrow. Leaving New York City behind does not seem such an impossible idea anymore. Especially after my recent visit, when my so-so grasp of the French language somehow came naturally, almost fluently after just a day. The joie de vivre seeped into my bones, the vibrant colors, the impressionist landscapes, the smell of fresh baked croissants, all the street-facing rows of scarf-wrapped coffee drinkers…on my fifth visit, France felt like home. And all those bikers! It really did move me. So I wrote about it for HuffPo. Continue Reading