David spent last week skiing in the Alps, while I remained here in Nîmes. I was never a fan of winter sports (or any sport, really), but I did break my upper arm last year by engaging in the extremely risky activity of walking during winter, so skiing would probably result in a…
Tag: travel
Other People
I always have this very strange thought that goes through my head whenever David and I are traveling, especially if we are in a place where we don’t speak or understand the language. I always look at other people and think, “I’ve lived all my life never knowing you existed, and now here…
Why France?
Why indeed. I had the same French teacher, Madame Hea, for almost all of elementary school. Madame Hea was an actual French woman from France, who always wore an A-line skirt, sweater set, pumps, and the requisite silk scarf. I’m pretty sure she never wore pants, at least never when she was teaching. She was…
Eat
Between jet lag, laziness, and George-Costanza-level interactions on the metro with very rude strangers, I’ve neglected to discuss the main activity so far of this trip: eating! We arrived in Paris early last Friday, and headed to Le Chant des Oliviers in the 18th arrondissement for dinner that evening. This is one of our favourite…
Vous êtes du quartier? *
In the last 24 hours, 3 strangers have stopped C and me to ask for directions. My favourite request came from an elderly woman early this morning as we were walking to the Louvre (two hours later than we had planned, thanks to jet lag and over-sleeping). She asked, “excusez-moi, vous êtes du quartier? Je cherche la rue…”. She was…
MEMORIES LIE... 