It started to rain last Sunday and it lasted for three days. Three long days during which we got soaked from head to toes.
Monthly Archives: July, 2015
Mark developed a love for baguette and choco biscuits, he loves checking out clothing stores, he plays at the Château and around fontaines…
“You’ve never visited the Courthouse?” “I didn’t even know you could go inside!” “Feng and…
As a traveller and world citizen I believe that it’s important to stay open minded…
This year, the first time we walked by the carousel, Mark asked for a ride. “Are you sure?” I asked. “I’m not going with you, I’m standing on the side.” “Not scared.”
Train tracks just outside the city offer a gritty scenery—giant scars punctuated by wires and posts with huge metal monsters going full speed.
Here is another installment of the “things found in Nantes” series, with the latest pictures! Today, toilet paper, macarons, bowls and grocery receipts.
Some days are sunny, some days are cloudy and some days are—gasp!—rainy. I grew up…
At the end of the evening, I gave in and decided to “treat” Mark to a church visit. It was that or candies and yes, this kid is weird.
Is he talking about my ass? Probably. The street is empty, it’s past 8 p.m. and it’s a quiet Monday night. There are no other asses around.
After Bastille Day, the atmosphere changed in Nantes. Many Nantais are now on holiday, they have been replaced by tourists from all over France and Europe, lost in small alleys with their maps.
Here is another installment of the “things found in Nantes” series, with the latest pictures! Today, Breizh Cola, shutters, spelling errors and street art.
Here are 4 classic cookies you can probably find in any French food cupboard.
It’s another world over there. It’s rural, in the middle of the wine country.
I “bonjour” people. “Bonjour, une baguette”, “bonjour, juste le journal”, “bonjour, un ticket de bus”.
The concept of tides can be very disturbing for a kid. No, a giant wave won’t come when the tide is low; yes, your sand castle will be destroyed when the tide creeps up.
“Just so you know: the fireworks may be cancelled at the last minute, it will rain at one point, and there is no way we will be done eating diner before. Scratch that—we probably won’t even have started eating.”
“I… I spent most of my holidays here as a kid,” I say because the two seventy-something obviously expect me to explain my presence here, in their supermarket.
As a kid, I found sharks fascinating—especially considering I was spending my summer months at the beach and that there were always reruns on Jaws (Les dents de la mer—“Sea’s Teeth” in French) on TV.
Nine humans from 2.5 years old to 86, two cats and a beach house. The more the merrier… right?
The supermarket had closed an hour earlier, it was empty but you could still smell the usual Saturday rush complete with overexcited kids running around, products spilled in aisles and cheques being written for a week worth of groceries.
When I’m sick and tired of this polished side, I escape where no one goes anymore, along the Loire River, where the factories and industries supported the city’s growth for a long long time.
We are in Nantes’ city centre and it’s summer, so people shop, eat, drink, visit places and hang out outside. The city is alive, almost too alive at nights when drunks take over the city and “sing” in the middle of the street.