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Across the River

“Let’s go to Trentemoult,” I decided.

I remembered visiting the small fishing village on the other side of the river with Feng, a few years ago. We had taken the Navibus, part of the city’s urban transit network, for the short ride to the south bank of the river. Technically, we were just a few minutes from the city centre but this district had a very laid-back vibe.

As soon as we arrived at the station, I realized it may not have been the best idea. My mum doesn’t like water and Mark had only taken a boat once, to go to Toronto Island, when he was still a baby—I had no idea how he was going to react.

We stepped onto the boat and stood at the back, by the engines. I was holding Mark in my arms, my mum by my side. They both looked scared and Mark immediately reached out for my mum. “Weekend sailors comforting each other!” I joked.

Not a single tear was shed, though, and we made it safely to the other side. In a way, Trentemoult reminds me a bit of the colourful barrio of La Boca in Buenos Aires, although much smaller. It definitely has a “bobo” (bourgeois bohême) feel.

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

Nantes (and "Nantes" in Breton)
Nantes (and “Nantes” in Breton)
Waiting for the Boat
Waiting for the Boat
Mark and my Mum, Comforting Each Other on the Boat
Mark and my Mum, Comforting Each Other on the Boat
The Isle of Nantes
The Isle of Nantes
Going to Trentemoult
Going to Trentemoult
Mark and my Mum
Mark and my Mum
Trentemoult
Trentemoult
Trentemoult
Trentemoult
Trentemoult
Trentemoult
Trentemoult
Trentemoult
Isle of Nantes
Isle of Nantes
Trentemoult
Trentemoult
Trentemoult
Trentemoult
Trentemoult
Trentemoult
Quai de la Fosse
Quai de la Fosse
Loire River
Loire River

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