Bastille Day, or any day that celebrates France for that matter, is a day I feel intense joy for, second only to my children’s birthdays. Much could be written about why and how this day is honoured, but nothing can do it justice. For my part, I’ll keep it brief.. France is to a woman what water is to a duck.
Until you’ve been there, you really cannot understand the magic, power and beauty, indeed the gift that it is to have been born a woman nor the purpose. No other country can compare in it’s way of being so precisely tailored to bring out the best in our gender.
Outside of France, we are female. Inside France, the complete woman is born.
C’est tout. Viva la France!