For some, all it takes is one brief experience abroad to induce immediate wanderlust. For others, the exploratory urge blossoms gradually and stems from children’s stories and linguistic inclinations. For me, all it took was my first French class at age 12 followed by a week in France during high school to know I’d eventually be whisked back – the seed had been planted. For photographer and copywriter Marisa Williams, the French itch began with Anatole and Madeline and her mother’s travel trinkets. But it wasn’t until she was in her twenties that she discovered the Gallics via Marseille, Arles, Tarascon, Cassis and Paris. Since, she’s made France a regular adventure point along her travels. A California girl who’s forever plotting her return to France’s picture perfect coastline. Meet Marisa!
Describe what you love about France in three words. Flair for living. Merriam-Webster defines ‘flair’ as possessing “a skill or instinctive ability to appreciate or make good use of something” and when it comes to living well, I’d say the French—regardless of station or strata—do it better than most. A daily zest for living and balance thrives in France in a manner that is all too hard to find in the typical…
