I used to laugh at the way French people all take their holidays at the same time, like sheep.
Now all I have to say is: baaa. I've lived in France for so long - 12 years - that I can't imagine going through a month of August without getting away, even if I do live in the sunniest place in France (by far).
I'm off this weekend to Le Marche, Italy. I've been to Italy many times before but this will be my first time in this region south of Bologna and east of Tuscany. We'll be in the hills between the beaches of Rimini and the historic town of Urbino for the next two weeks. I'm looking forward to fresh pasta, pizza bianca and some of the best fish in the world (or so I hear). I will of course be writing about my trip, but probably not while I'm there, so for now I'll say arrivederci and à bientôt!