Here is another installment of the “things found in Nantes” series, with the latest pictures! Today, an old grocery store, “paradise”, wine and a bad word play.
Browsing: Snapshots of France
I always tell Feng he is lucky that I’m from a sizable city and not Trifouillis-les-Oies (a French euphemism for “out in the sticks”).
The walls aren’t on holidays. Sometime graffiti and political stickers make sense… and sometime, they don’t!
Here is another installment of the “things found in Nantes” series, with the latest pictures! Today, broken glass, Bécassine, souvenirs and a funny street name.
It takes my eyes a second or two to get used to the darkness. Inside the bakery, the blinds are closed and I’ve just walked the two-kilometre-long road along the beach under the midday sun.
All along the coast of Brittany, the difference between low tide and high tide is pretty amazing.
“Fifty euro worth of cookies? Are you crazy?” I thought. A pack costs about €1.15 at the supermarket. Fancier cookies are slightly more expensive, but still, we are talking less than €3. And then we stepped inside, and I understood.
It started to rain last Sunday and it lasted for three days. Three long days during which we got soaked from head to toes.
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…
Train tracks just outside the city offer a gritty scenery—giant scars punctuated by wires and posts with huge metal monsters going full speed.
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.
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 Many Nantais are now on holiday, they have been replaced by tourists from all over France and Europe, lost in small alleys with their maps.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.
It’s another world over there. It’s rural, in the middle of the wine country.
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.”
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.
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.
The ship hasn’t changed but Mark did—last time, he was barely crawling, this time, he explored it by himself and marveled at the Loire River flowing fast below.
Like last year, Mark wants to visit every single church we pass. And there are at least six or seven churches within walking distance of my parents’ place, in the city centre.