The place has character; the streets, the buildings, the people
and the general atmosphere has a certain je ne sais quoi you won’t find back home.
Home being where we lived America, not where our roots spring from France.
This time I have to agree with mum, it was a beautiful and peaceful place.
I felt like a character in a historic romance novel.
Looking over at grandma I couldn’t help tearing up, she looked the happiest
I had ever seen her in my life.
United with the soil of her childhood for the first time in decades.
Word count 97
In response to Friday fictioneers writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by Sandra Crook and we are asked to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting it, see you next week.
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