I don't know what it is about this scene that made me stop: the contrast between the gray of the freshly washed street and motorcycles and those apples? The round shapes of the apples and the motorcycle wheels? No clue. But there you have it.
For a long time, we were just another typical Washington, DC family: two policy-oriented jobs, two kids, and two cars. Out of the blue, my husband got a new assignment; we ditched the old jobs and the cars (but kept the kids) and headed to Paris for what started out to be a three-year, and eventually became a four-year tour.