We had an idyllic overnight flight from Denver, long slog through the mirror-world disasters of LHR (nice new terminal, but no jetways or gates, lots of hiking) and CDG (plenty of jetways and gates, dangerously decrepit terminal), and a with only 2 rough bedtimes are comfortably established in Montpellier. My wife, Ruth, has a sabbatical from CSU, a Fulbright, and an appointment at INRA (French equivalent of the USDA, more or less). I'm telecommuting to ISAW. This is our home for the next year.
It's an interesting city. We're in the quartier Les Cévennes which rather reminds me of some Albuquerque neighborhoods: dusty and somewhat scruffy, renting from a pair of teachers who are off on an exchange to Morocco. There's a fine bakery and a good pizzeria down the street, we hear the neighborhood école is excellent, and there's a reliable evening breeze. One trip to a suburban garden store, one trip to a kitchen boutique in the centre for the essential skillet and badass chef's knife, and British Airway's return of my oldest's car seat so we can get safely to the beach, and we'll be completely set for the summer.