It’s beginning to feel a lot like winter.
Sun soaked Montpellier has been a rainy deluge ever since I returned from Amsterdam last weekend. Not that I mind. In fact, after having a back-to-back Australian then European summer, wearing layers and snuggly scarves has really been quite lovely.
But nothing quite speaks of comfort more than wrapping my hands around a mug of steaming minestrone, a generous sprinkling of parmesan and a hunk of crusty baguette.
Oh, the hot water bottle might have found its way out from the back of a draw and into my bed too.