“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.”
“You’re just being negative.”
“Realistic. Been there, done that. For many years. Eighteen or so, I’d say.”
In Saint Michel, the traditional Bastille Day fireworks and party are on July 13, not on July 14. No one knows why but it’s been this way for as long as I can remember.
“What time is it?”
“Are we going?”
So we turned our plates and glasses over (because of course it had started raining and we were eating outside) and headed to the beach. I scanned the crowd for a screaming toddler and a Chinese guy, or maybe a screaming Chinese and a half-French half-Chinese toddler. Five minutes later, I found Mark and Feng who were already waiting for the big show.
Five minutes later, it started. For twenty minutes, we watched the fireworks over the ocean. It was nice, even though it was windy and even though we were soaked by the light rain.
It was close to midnight when we finally came back home and ate our tomates farcies (stuffed tomatoes).
The following day, we drove back to Nantes where the fireworks are actually on Bastille Day. At the end of the night, we rushed quai de la Fosse to catch the show. I like the Saint Michel version better—less crowded, better setting over the ocean. This time, I had my camera and I did my best to take a few pictures despite the smoke. At the end, I decided blurring the lights looked more interesting!
You can find all the picture in the France 2015 set.