The start of my own personal memoirs to be shared-I suppose with my fans (read: family and friends) of my life in Paris. Though I currently write home the general newsy news of my life I felt that I should join the numerous faux-Parisians to declaim the bizarre nature of the French in adorable and witty anecdotes.
Thus the start of my narcissistic and very public diary to the world. Did I mention that I'm a musician? Or a soprano??
So bienvenue or welcome to "la vache qui chante" or "the cow who sings". To answer your first question:
Yes, I am the singing cow.
