These Gloomy French Sundays

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To me, Sundays in France have a very distinct flavour.

When I was a kid, it was the only day we didn’t go to school—we had classes on Wednesday and Saturday mornings. Technically, it was a a day we were looking forward to because we could finally sleep in for as long as we wanted. But once we got up, boredom took over.

Everything is closed in France on Sundays and public transportation networks run a reduced schedule. We didn’t have convenience stores (so we had to remember to buy an extra pack of cigarettes, else we had to queue with dozens of other smokers at the Bureau de tabac at the train station, the only place open) and only a couple of bakeries were selling fresh baguettes.

Nothing works properly on Sunday. And if it rains, as it often does in Nantes, the empty streets can be downright depressing.

There is a French word for that omnipresent feeling—glauque. Literally, it means “murky” but also “gloomy” or “depressing”.

Sundays in France are glauques.

I found this one particularly depressing so I thought a black-and-white series was a good fit.

You can see the com­plete set of pic­tures taken in France on Flickr.

Soccer Fans

Soccer Fans

Remains From the Saturday Night Party

Remains From the Saturday Night Party

Broken Sign

Broken Sign

LU Tower

LU Tower

Water

Water

By The Castle

By The Castle

The Castle

The Castle

Graffiti by the Castle

Graffiti by the Castle

Former LU Cookie Factory

Former LU Cookie Factory

Train Tracks

Train Tracks

Graffiti

Graffiti

Full Garbage Can

Full Garbage Can

Self Portrait

Self Portrait

Bridge Across the Loire River

Bridge Across the Loire River

Bakery

Bakery

Tramway Stop

Tramway Stop

Rainy Day

Rainy Day

Across the Bridge

Across the Bridge

Construction Site

Construction Site

Self Portrait

Self Portrait

Restaurant

Restaurant

Beaulieu

Beaulieu

Loire River

Loire River

Self Portrait

Self Portrait

Bar

Bar

Bar

Bar

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French woman in English Canada. World citizen, new mom, traveler, translator, writer and photographer. Looking for comrades to start a new revolution.

6 Comments

  1. I always liked the opportunity of doing nothing on Sundays. Nothing: no groceries, no errants, nothing. For me, it is a very important way of seeing things and seeing life. Just to take some time to do nothing and living slowly 🙂

    • I get the spirit and I agree… yet I find the day gloomy, not because you can’t do anything. It’s just the atmosphere.

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