Boxes are a bit crushed and the tape I used on bottles to prevent leaks is still there—but everything made it to Canada just fine.
Boxes are a bit crushed and the tape I used on bottles to prevent leaks is still there—but everything made it to Canada just fine.
We were lucky, we had a good summer. Now it’s time to go back… and jump unto the unknown, once again.
I started picturing an alternate life as soon as I got off the car in Tiffauges. Cute town, lovely streets—so quiet, so quaint!
Ever heard of Gilles de Rais, the 15th-century convicted Breton serial killer? Well, we visited his castle.
I had no idea where we were supposed to go but since how to get there is half the fun—especially when the “there” has yet to be defined—it was just fine.
I checked the weather forecast a million times. I reviewed options, train routes and schedules. I kept my fingers crossed.
Get vaccinated if you can, people. I really don’t want to find out what else we need to do to coexist with a potentially deadly virus.
Apparently, this year, either everything is burning around you, either you’re reaching for a sweater instead of a swimsuit.
“The Ouigo Train #7623 from Paris to Nantes that should have left at 2:24 p.m. will eventually leave… as soon as possible.”
Third day in Paris. I decided to show Mark the city’s posh side.
It’s hard to top the top of the Eiffel Tower. Fortunately, Mark has a goal in mind for our second day in Paris—what he called the “French Taj Mahal,” i.e. the Sacré-Coeur.
I booked another trip to Paris for Mark and I. It was a last-minute decision motivated by a strong urge to enjoy whatever we can while we still can, plus I got a good deal on train tickets and hotel.
Article views: 260 Two days after posh La Baule, Mark and I took another train for a beach trip to Saint-Gilles-Croix-de-Vie. Funny enough, even though Saint-Gilles is a place I “discovered” fairly...