Today I am wearing a skirt (which is rare enough to be mentionned here) and I am eating French: a sandwich* (read it with a French accent) and a pain au chocolat aux amandes**. Is it in the food that you can tell where somebody is from? Or is it in the way they dress, or speak, or move their hands? I like that details make us who we are.
* feta cheese, dried tomatoes brought back from Roma by my mother, basil, carrots, and olive oil ** for me, one of the best French pastries