I've returned to Cape Cod. Falmouth to be exact. The other day I took my car to Paul's Precision. It seems I had a little exhaust leak (oh my!) Paul is a great mechanic and he doesn't charge an arm and a leg. That's the nice thing about living in a small town. Word gets around, so everyone tries to be on their best behavior and do right by you. While my car (a 1994 Ford Aspire with 279,000 miles and going strong!) was being repaired, I went across the street to Betsy's Dinner. It's a 1950's inspired dinner and very fun. I had scrambled eggs, home fries, and toast. And of course, coffee. Lots of coffee. It was all very delicious in an American-sort-of-way.
Okay, it's not France, but it's my home.