A week in Paris was just long enough to see some familiar sights, find new ones, and see tennis balls kick up red clay. Continue reading
After a day of sightseeing in Paris, the quiet vineyards of Alsace seem very far away. Continue reading
I was in grade six when my parents first took us to France. A couple teachers balked at four young kids being taken out of school for three weeks, but most of them were thrilled that the little anglo children (at the very French school) were off to practice their French in Europe. As homework, all four of us were to keep a French journal of our vacation (a task I quite enjoyed – surprise!). I can still remember being in our first rental house in the Loire, my brothers and I sitting around a table chronicling our days and decorating the pages with stickers of French flags while my parents cooked dinner: “aujourd’hui nous sommes allés à un château…”. Continue reading
A little haiku:
The vineyards fly by
Pedaling through Burgundy
An uphill climb burns.