St Phillipe

This is our little town of St Phillipe. Below is the local church

This is our street which can be easily missed

Local bakery

Nicole the owner of the shop, who of course only speaks French

City Hall, where I had to apply for my green card

We have been here now for a couple of days. It has been a bit challenging with the language barrier. Both Michael and I dont feel like we are on vacation but we dont feel this is home yet either. We are in a bit of a transitioning stage. Some of the first things we have to do is get a car, get my green card, open up Michaels new office and get Tatiana ready for school which starts Sept 1st. We have been by the school but no one will be there until 3 days before.
We will then get a list of school supplies we will need and I will have to rush off to the local market and try to figure out what each item means.
Michael is so good with directions he already knows his way around.
I of course am totally lost.