I’m obsessed with the best of France. Partially, because I’m still stuck on this “beautiful grace of French community” thing.  Partially, because after seeing the country-how can you not be obsessed?! I mean, honestly. I first travelled to France in the summer after my freshman year of high school, in a determined attempt by my parents to: A) Make sure I was doing something vaguely more productive than learning to smoke cigarettes (this had been the crowning achievement of the previous summer, and it turned out, was highly useful in France)B) Get me out of our hot, crowded apartment and expose me to some non-televised cultural activitiesC) Increase the overall…