Apparently, this year, either everything is burning around you, either you’re reaching for a sweater instead of a swimsuit.
Western France is chilly. Sure, we had a few nice days, but it’s overall a shitty summer weather-wise.
Mark and I were lucky in Paris but then we had a week of rain and cold in Nantes. I feel sorry for anyone who booked a seaside holiday the first week of August—it must have been freezing at the beach. In fact, Nantes was full of tourists killing time in the city, entire families wandering around and trying to keep kids warm and busy.
“Nice day for November—ah ah, too bad we’re in August!” became the typical greeting all week long. It didn’t rain that much but it was just depressingly dark and chilly.
We still took the train for Angers where the weather was about the same. It’s okay, anyone who grew up in Britanny is pretty much waterproof. Locals barely notice when it starts raining. I’ve seen people sitting outside with their drink and even in my family we tend to shrug it off and just keep on doing whatever we were doing whereas in Canada people fear rain but send kids outside when it’s -20⁰C—it’s cultural.
I’m laughing at the pictures I took in Angers now because the city looks very gloomy. It wasn’t that bad, actually. We had fun and this kind of weather is perfect to explore small streets and a giant castle.
The sun is back, we spent the day at the beach today. May the weather Gods be with us!