A walk on Omaha Beach

Omaha Beach, peace, rocksA week after Veteran’s Day, it is suitable to write about the D-Day landings. A few days after the Paris attacks it is too, because the soldiers who lost their lives in Normandy in June 1944 did so to bring safety, peace, freedom, and civil liberties back to continental Europe, something that we must not forget today.

When we travelled to Normandy this September, S. little one and I did not only hunt for beautiful Seashells, we also took a dive into the local history. We did not visit the Tapestry of Bayeux, that will happen next time… We made sure to visit Omaha Beach. Continue reading “A walk on Omaha Beach”

A giant rat and French cheese

A giant rat and French cheese

Normandy September 2015

After a good home cooked lunch, we made our way to the seaside. After our drive there we were impatient to see the ocean, well the English Channel to be precise.

Normandy, view, ocean, English Channel

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Fontaine de l’Étoile de Montaigu or The Fountain of Love a short story

Fontaine de l’Etoile de Montaigu

Fontaine de l'Etoile de MontaiguIn the heart of the French kings’ hunting grounds one can, under contrition to keep the eyes and spirit open, come across a magical fountain or spring. It is the Fountaine de l’Étoile de Montaigu or in English: Fountain of the Montague Star. 

Already the name is rich in beauty and fuels imagination…

The spring itself is mysterious. Water a colour of blue, it is not the blue of the sky. Where does this colour come from?

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It all started very early in Paris

It all started very early in Paris

It’s been a little less than a week since little one and I returned to Paris from our vacation in Austria. I of course took pictures, and have my head buzzing with stories that I wish to share. I took some notes at the end of our trip, and well I do not want to rush things, so over the next days and weeks I will share some of our holiday adventures. 

It all started very early in Paris. Everything was ready, when I finally woke up little one to dress her and put her into the wrap sling, she is 18 months old, and we still love it best this way. Then off to the bus stop. Paris was just waking up, the street cleaners were still at work, but it was not too early anymore, because there is a time of the day when the only souls roaming the streets are the cleaners. Continue reading “It all started very early in Paris”