When I first lived in France as a young student, in a tiny flat in Nice, every day felt like an adventure. I had a bicycle and would get all over the town, discovering what French living really meant.
Of course some learning just happens to us without even realising it. We observe, we pick up as we go along.
And today, if I buy cheese at the farmer’s market, I often remember my kind ‘teacher’, and how he gave me the confidence to discover so much more of France.[blank]