We sold our beloved Volvo today, thus rendering us carless on the eve of leaving for France. It was a bittersweet experience letting the car go. We’ve joked over the last month about how the car seemed sad to be letting go of us, maybe even a little bit mad. Various vehicles hiccups kept happening. But then yesterday, all was clearly forgiven. We were driving past Melinda’s parents’ house, one of the few times all four of us have been together this week. Melinda made a comment and I retorted, “Should we say that in French?” Immediately, on the radio, an Edith Piaf song began playing. The Volvo is happy. We are excited. T minus 18 hours until our flight takes off.