Continuing on the quest to visit friends, after Spain I went to a tiny coastal town outside of Nantes, France to visit some of my dear friends, Jonathan and Leslie Wyrtzen and their two girls, Leila and Nora. Our daily schedule was thus: breakfast, walk to the beach to play (sometimes stopping at the little open air market on the way), walk back for lunch, nap, walk back to the beach for a couple of hours, and then back home for dinner and wine. There was a healthy smattering of visits to cafes and crepeiries as well. If you think this may have gotten old after 6 days, you are mistaken. I was not ready to leave!
Regarding the French, I have to testify that I had nothing but wonderful experiences with them. Everyone I met was more than ready to use what little English they had to assist me in whatever myriads of ways i need assistance (which are many). And whatever pride they have in being the most civilized culture, I have to say, from what I say, I think they are entitled.
My last day there we took a family bike ride to part of the coast a little further away. Inexpressibly beautiful; much like Maine. All the pictures up right now are from this picnic.
I flew out of Nantes in the evening, so Leslie came with me into Nantes where we went to a wonderful museum and saw slightly bigger city civilized life.
