I live in the middle of French nowhere with a dog and a guinea pig and chickens galore.
I also edit films.
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I like Spanish for similar reasons: there are two verbs to be: one (ser) meaning to be in a permanent way (e.g. Soy Mexicana - I am Mexican), and the other (estar) meaning to be in a transitory way (estoy aburrido/a - I'm (feeling) bored).
If you confuse them, people look at you in complete confusion: the concepts are completely separate in their minds. There is absolutely no way you can permanently be sad, depressed, bored, or contented (you can be permanently happy, though :) ).
Weirdly, for a language spoken in Catholic countries, "I am married" is "Estoy casado/a" - transitory!
I'd never come across Bembo, and just looked it up and it is very pleasing. Extremely comforting, somehow, like a museum. I then investigated and the National Gallery in London (where I spent hours as a kid) uses it for its publications, so perhaps that's why I find it soothing. I like Gill Sans for similar reasons (London tube map).
Most of the writing I do is film scripts, which is even more restrictive than appellate courts: only courier allowed! I kind of love courier though, in a gross way. There's something honest about it.
This is America is the first work of art that has made me cry for a long time. Cry in a good way, I guess, in that it makes me feel all the world's pain at the same time, which motivates me to help make the world a better place.
Wow is it powerful.
"Not In My Back Yard"
as wikipedia describes it : "a pejorative characterization of opposition by residents to a proposed development in their local area"
mostly it seems to be when middle-class people want, say, a new runway built but don't want their houses to be in the flyover zone, or demand sustainable power but don't wand wind turbines in sight of their gardens.
Paris is hot. And surprisingly normal, compared with the other places I've visited recently (Brexit Britain, Trump's America). I'm currently sitting in a Brasserie eating a croissant and drinking espresso, the dog lolling next to me, child sleeping in a stroller. It could be the year 1890, easily.