Days three and four: Brittany.

Rennes was everything I had hoped Paris would be: French and beautiful, populated but not overcrowded, vibrant yet personable.

Brittany is known for its crêpes, not pancakes! Baken on Demand!

The town of Dinan was even more compelling in the morning light.

The coffee that accompanied this sugar tube cost 6 euros. Talk about a Freudian slip!

And then we went home.

Day two: castles and parapets and unicorns

Japanese tourists at Château Chenonceau, where lived Henri II, Catherine de Médicis, and some other people too. I photographed myself in their mirrors, I did! The drizzle got me grumpy as we ran through the maze escaping the Queen of Hearts screaming, off with their heads! Living in France has given me new insight into Alice's adventures in Wonderland: English girl crosses channel (hello, long dark tunnel?) and finds herself in a land filled with beautiful gardens where everything is just a little bit off and doesn't always make sense...

At the end of the day, we spotted another castle from the highway and drove towards it for a wonderful dusk themed photo opportunity. Mary Timony would have dug it.

Roadtrip: day one

We had fully intended for an early start, believe me, but an angry squeegee man threw us off track causing us to spin around a plethora of roundabouts as we tried to make sense of some of the most flawed maps of Paris ever created. Lost in the 16th, Paris can be a difficult city to escape! We spent the night in Tours, which is said to be the town with the most neutral, international French accent there is. We only spoke to a few people, but why yes, their accents were most pleasant! Kindergarten teacher TV French, voilà quoi!

Friday the Thirteenth!

Friday the thirteenth comes but twice a year! My friends and I celebrated with a roadtrip to the north west French coast visiting tiny old towns along the way. More photos soon!

Whole Foods Dreaming...

I was just browsing old photos (along with some new) and came across this mouthwatering piece of Whole Foods goodness from the past. Oh Doc, can I PLEASE go back to the future?

Marching Band

I live on a pretty small street. Nevertheless, I was awoken one weekend afternoon by the bang of a marching band drum or two or ten. The only half decent photo produced from the event turned out blurry if anything, but after a little tweaking, I think it came out sort of cool...