I want to host my own travel show.
One in which I converse with cows, play with sculptures, and gallavant idiocally around beautiful places in order to make them decidedly less...
In fact, I'm pretty sure it's my calling.
Then again, so were archaeology, songwriting, fantasy movie production and hobbit-dom in general.
But for now, howz about we just pretend that I'm a mature, uni-career focused woman.
And while we're at it, let's also make-believe that these photos display an ounce of style. Living out of a poorly-packed bag for a couple of days in Normandy does not facilitate classy dressing.
Though I am quite fond of my new moss-and-tar-colored jacket.
Goes well with the algae & mussels, no?
|jacket from Paris's "Dileme", cool DIY version here, Maison Scotch one here|
Anyhow, clothes didn't really matter when there was so much else to be seen. Between the thatched roofs, salted caramels, strange statues, and enough photogenic doorways and windowsills to fill a coffee-table sized coffee table book, I more than had my lens full.
The place is pretty killer. We started in Honfleur, then made our way to Deauville and spent the night in Arromanches les Bains (at a great little B&B with an ocean view called "Arroplace", if you're looking). The next day we headed to Omaha Beach, and finished up at Mont Saint-Michel.
Don’t’ get me wrong, the drive was a nightmare
Or rather, I was a nightmare during the drive.
But I'd say in the end it was worth it.
Whether my car companions would agree is another story.