Trends

Debates, discussions, news articles, cultural differences stories and everyday life blah blah.

On The Road

Follow me in China, in Central and in South America, in Australia, in South-East Asia or in Europe. Enjoy the pictures and some crazy travel stories!

Immigration

How to immigrate to Canada, how to apply for Canadian citizenship, and how to tackle the challenges newcomers face.

Just Blogging

Blog contests, memes, interviews, photography hunts, random facts… Let’s connect, share some blogging fun and some little snippets of life.

The Saturday Series

The ten post Saturday series: how to immigrate to Canada, how to find a job, interviews with immigrants… and more!

Home » French Summer, Snapshots

Bastille Day in France

Written by on July 20, 2010 – 5:56 am10 Comments

We came back from Paris before Bastille Day and decided to spent it on the Atlantic coast, in the fam­ily house. This is where I spent most of my sum­mers as a kid and a teen and I hadn’t been back there since 2002. At the time, I was com­ing back from Aus­tralia and New Zealand and I had spent the entire sum­mer almost locked in a room try­ing to study for my uni­ver­sity exams the fol­low­ing September.

This is a sleepy vil­lage 45 min­utes from Nantes. Its claim to fame is the cookie fac­tory. Other than that, there isn’t much: a round­about (French love round­abouts and even the small­est vil­lage has one), a church, a bar-tabac (a small cor­ner store) and a news agent. I both loved and hated the place as a teen. The beach is only a few min­utes’ walk from the house and going there is fun, yet it gets very lonely after a while. Sum­mer seemed to stretch for­ever: between going to the mar­ket and bik­ing to the news agent to buy a mag­a­zine once in a while, there wasn’t much to do. I’m the old­est kid in the fam­ily and my sis­ter, the sec­ond old­est, is 6 years younger than me. I spent entire evenings shout­ing at a bunch of kids (brother, sis­ter, cousins…) who kept on sneak­ing into my room and yet I was bored at the grownups table at din­ner time.

This was like a blast from the past for me. Feng and I didn’t have a car so we had to walk every­where, like when I was a teen. Because nobody lives in the house full-time, there is no T.V and no Inter­net con­nec­tion. I found most of the mag­a­zines I had left the last time I was there, eight years ago. I found my old swim­suit and my old posters. I found peace and quiet.

The coast had been badly dam­aged by TotalFina’s Erica oil spill in 1999 but lit­tle remains of the dis­as­ter today. I remem­ber, at the time, there were pools of oils washed upon the shore and it looked like it would never be clean again. I guess ten years have passed…

You can fol­low our French trip here on Flickr: France (2010).

Local Cook­ies

Ne Pas Stationner

St Michel Beach

Bastille day Fire­works on the Beach

Bastille day Fire­works on the Beach

Streets in Pornic

Tall Trees

Boats at Low Tide

Nam­ing Boats

Trees at Sunset

Cas­tle in Pornic

Por­nic

Famous Ice Cream Shop

Related posts:

  1. On The Way To France
  2. Snow Sculp­tures And Win­ter Fun
  3. Above Ground
  4. The Great Wall (万里长城)
  5. Nantes’ Ele­phant

Tagged with:

10 Comments »

Leave a comment!

Add your comment below, or trackback from your own site. You can also subscribe to these comments via RSS.

All comments are welcomed!

You can use these tags:
<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>

This is a Gravatar-enabled weblog. To get yours, head to Gravatar.