This is what going to town for a music lesson looks like.

I forgot to pack a tote bag, so that plastic grocery bag you see is holding all of my music.

Dancing Mandolin Player has been driving me to lessons and band practices, and my French Friend Janou has loaned me her car for the rest of  my stay here.

The band is gathering for their weekly potluck supper after practice, which is the highlight of the week for me.  I’ve looked forward to this all winter.

I have such good friends.