I grew up by the water—the Loire River and the Atlantic Ocean. This is my happy place.
Browsing: Snapshots of France
It’s amazing how much these urban objects can tell about a culture. So today, no people… just ubiquitous and unsung pieces of the French urban landscape.
In Saint-Michel, the holy trinity of food is the Super U—the medium-size supermarket is open…
Saint-Michel-Chef-Chef is famous for its biscuiterie producing buttery galettes, the original cookie.
When I was in school, we often made of fun city kids who thought that fishes in the sea looked like the breaded Findus fish sticks they were being served at dinner.
Long after they left school and university, many French still refer to the two summer months as “les grandes vacances”, i.e. “the long holidays”, as if they could once again live worry-free from the end of June to late August.
At first glance, foreigners, especially North Americans, may think French are sullen and rude.
French playgrounds and Canadian playgrounds are quite different, and so are parenting styles.
All the stores were closed, only bars and restaurants were waiting for customers who were presumably still hiding from the rain somewhere. Small puddles had formed here and there and the pavement was shining wet.
For open, empty spaces, nothing beats Canada. However, for art and history, Europe is the place to be.
This morning, I queued for twenty minutes for two slices of ham.
Spoiler alert: there was no monster in the 13th-century Château d’Angers built by Louis IX of France.
The state of emergency was declared in the wake of the November 2015 attacks. I was scared of these three little words—what does it mean, exactly, to live under this state of emergency?
Traveling with Mark is undeniably easier now: no more milk bottles, no more diapers, fewer…
I’m not that enthusiastic about the elephant anymore because I’ve seen it way too many times, but I did want to check out the spider.
While we are flying from the old world to the new continent, enjoy some bread…
Here is another installment of the “things found in Nantes” series, with the latest pictures! Today, an old grocery store, “paradise”, wine and a bad word play.
I always tell Feng he is lucky that I’m from a sizable city and not Trifouillis-les-Oies (a French euphemism for “out in the sticks”).
The walls aren’t on holidays. Sometime graffiti and political stickers make sense… and sometime, they don’t!
Here is another installment of the “things found in Nantes” series, with the latest pictures! Today, broken glass, Bécassine, souvenirs and a funny street name.
It takes my eyes a second or two to get used to the darkness. Inside the bakery, the blinds are closed and I’ve just walked the two-kilometre-long road along the beach under the midday sun.
All along the coast of Brittany, the difference between low tide and high tide is pretty amazing.
“Fifty euro worth of cookies? Are you crazy?” I thought. A pack costs about €1.15 at the supermarket. Fancier cookies are slightly more expensive, but still, we are talking less than €3. And then we stepped inside, and I understood.