This is The End of Our French Christmas

After countless chaussons aux pommes and pains aux raisins, after catching up with family gossip, after enjoying a snow-free Christmas, off we go again!

I like Nantes. It’s my hometown, my “laojia” as the Chinese say. It’s a cozy place where most of my relatives live and I know it like the back of my hand—the narrow streets, the cafés, the best bakeries and the off-the-beaten-track landmarks, the shops that closed years ago, the parks, the château…

It’s comfortable. It doesn’t change. Fitting into a vie française is easy, my Frenchness hasn’t been erased, it’s there, somewhere.

Yet I have another home now in Canada and I don’t think I would enjoy living in France full-time. When I visit, I am a tourist. I don’t have to worry about work or money much. I take advantage of all the good sides of France and I ignore the downsides.

I’d rather keep it that way.

Bye, Nantes!

Mark Feeding Me
Mark Feeding Me
Bumper Cars in Nantes
Bumper Cars in Nantes
Street in Nantes
Street in Nantes
Shop in Nantes
Shop in Nantes
Shop in Nantes
Shop in Nantes
In Nantes
In Nantes
In Nantes
In Nantes
Tramway in Nantes
Tramway in Nantes
Cobblestone Street
Cobblestone Street
Camera Shop
Camera Shop
People of Nantes
People of Nantes
People of Nantes
People of Nantes
People of Nantes
People of Nantes
Rain
Rain
Rain
Rain

♥ Curiosity makes for good stories.

Stories from the road and beyond.

Juliette

French by birth, Canadian by choice, nomadic by instinct. I travel, write, and get into just enough trouble to make good stories.

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