March 31, 2020 by admin
Before embarking on my French sojourn I hadn’t contemplated what Jewish life abroad might look like or the compromises I might make. Living in France throughout my 20’s, was more accidental than planned – I was never a refugee fleeing persecution, but a student, an aspiring artist who fell in love with a landscape; the light, the sounds and smells of Aix-en-Provence. Eventually, an intended summer stay stretched into a decade.
The landscape was that of Cezanne and Van Gogh, the scent, wafts of lavender and thyme, mingling with the aroma of freshly baked bread that permeated the 18th century town.