My Love for France
I was 17 for my first trip to France, the summer before my senior year of high school, when a beloved French teacher arranged for her french language students her annual two-week trip to France. We covered an impressive amount of territory: starting in Paris, heading north to Normandy and the American Cemetery, west to Tours, south to Avignon, Arles, Nimes and southeast to Nice, Monaco, Eze and Grasse. I was beyond excited for the adventure and remarkably, documented it all in both pictures and a journal…
Everything was, naturally, brand new to me…
And I was smitten at every turn, every new city, every new bit of knowledge and history, every morning breakfast:
A few short years later, I returned to spend my junior year of college in France, studying in Grenoble and then Paris. I have traveled back a handful of times since then, mainly to Paris, but this year’s family trip to Provence carried special meaning: I returned to a few of those cities from that 1994 trip, over twenty years later, with a husband and two children.
Then 1994 (in three photographs):
Palais des Papes (Palace of the Popes, Avignon)
Pont d’Avignon (Avignon bridge)
Paying tab in francs
Palais des Papes
Date night glass of Armagnac, paying in Euros, we helped close down the restaurant…
Here’s to travel, and getting older and wiser! A few shots from our wonderful trip to Provence.
VIVE LA FRANCE!
Looking inside-out onto the street: one of our favorite restaurants in St Remy: L’Aile Ou la Cuisse (The Wing or the Thigh)
Hot, beautiful weather means taking a break, outside a church door in Roussillon; not pictured: lots of glace (ice cream).
Thumbs up from the kids, Glanum Architectural Site, overlooking St Remy in background
A cafe table with sign that reads: “Please respect this vine which is over 160 years old. Do not pick the grapes. This vine is sacred.”
Vegetable and Fruits in shop in St Remy
Lavender in bloom